Ring-a-Ling Pocket
Ian recently upgraded his phone, so I’ve inherited the old iPhone. Look out world, I have a smart phone now, which mostly means I won’t be calling Ian to ask “where is that park/business/restaurant that I’m sure I’m close to but can’t quite find” anymore. The new phone is much larger than my old phone, which generally fit in my pocket. Not this one, which could lead me to rant about women’s fashion and the abominably small pockets therein. I mean, really, if you want to make it look like there are pockets but make them unusable so the presence …