My sister, Leah, upgraded from the free but crappy Verizon phone she had to an iPhone while I was home for spring break. It was a big switch, especially for someone who literally just instant messaged me, “I can’t see the Website… Oh, I had to click ‘refresh.’”
We struck a deal that if I helped her figure the phone out, she would give me her iPod. I would have helped her regardless, so the iPod just served as an added incentive to be patient. Which I soon found was necessary.
Leah is smart. We just use different sides of the brain; those are her words, not mine. She excels in biology and science. I like watching TV.
I wish I had the endless night on film, but alas, I don’t. The most memorable part, though, was the exchanging of app ideas.
“Podcasts, Leah, it’s all about the podcasts,” I said.
“What’s that? Can I download it?” She asked, holding her iPhone up to my face.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“FATBOOTH!” she exclaimed.
FatBooth, the world’s greatest app, takes a portrait and makes the person fat. It is better than that, though, because the loading images are a hamburger and the words “Yummy, Yummy!” bouncing up and down.
After enlarging my face, she proceeded to show me other funny FatBooth pictures. She even tested the app on a friend’s new puppy, Gus. If you have 99 cents lying around and an iPhone, I suggest you look into the investment.
