NeuteredBuck
Freshman
This weekend I'm vaccuming up cat hairballs (nasty rodents) in the basement when the cord gets wrapped around a table leg and my framed 2002 National Champions picture crashes down, lands on its corner and breaks the glass.
Then this morning I'm on my normal morning run when my wrist catches the ipod cord and pulls the ipod out of my pocket. The earphones disengage as the unit flails out infront of me eye high. The ipod falls onto the cement, while I do a quick leap to keep from stepping on it. I end up with a twisted ankle and the ipod is in the trash.
I hate cords.
Then this morning I'm on my normal morning run when my wrist catches the ipod cord and pulls the ipod out of my pocket. The earphones disengage as the unit flails out infront of me eye high. The ipod falls onto the cement, while I do a quick leap to keep from stepping on it. I end up with a twisted ankle and the ipod is in the trash.
I hate cords.