I got an email this morning from a guy who was out sailing with me last night. His cell phone was missing, and had I seen it? I had another chore that took me over to the yacht club, so I looked on the boat and found it. When I got back to my office and was getting out of my car, I noted the phone was not in my pocket, and said
Where the hell is the fucking Blueberry?
The Blackberry was on the passenger’s seat.
