Should I be worried?

I got an iPhone, and so last night I was testing the email function and sent a note to a friend of mine that said, simply, in the subject line, "I got an iPhone."

There was no other message, except when you send an email from your iPhone it automatically says, "Sent from my iPhone," which could be construed as a bit of techie one-upmanship.

It turns out you can delete the "Sent from my iPhone" appelation, but already, the damage had been wrought, because my friend's reply this morning said "I ain't got no iPhone" in the subject line.

Then he continued on to say this:

This was not sent from an iPhone.

But a lot of my friends have one.

I often ask myself, "What's wrong with me? Why don't I have an iPhone?".

But then I think of Jack Handy, and look deep into the mirror at myself,
and say "You're OK!".

But sometimes I keep looking a little too long. And then I think
"Even if you're OK, you're also old, slightly overweight, balding, fall
asleep at 9:45pm on Saturday nights, and often wonder whether your life
really means anything." And then a I feel a little less than OK.

I wonder if an iPhone would help? What about a new hairstyle? Learning
to dance? Seeing a Democrat win the presidential race?

But the mirror falls silent, and the old fart just stares back at me,
saying nothing.

Consider yourself lucky, my friend.


P.S. Did you know that Jack Handy is a Texan, and started out as a
newspaper reporter in San Antonio?
Jack Handey.

And what's even more depressing, I think it was Stuart Smalley who told
people to look into the mirror. I can't even keep up with who's giving
me good advice these days. Better get back to that mirror.

Here's my question.

Should I be worried about my friend, a guy I've known for 36 years?

Maybe I should give him some advice. Right now, I can't think of anything to tell him other than to suggest maybe he should purchase a Harley Davidson and start wearing a headband.
I don't think he'd go for that.
He bought one of those new Mustangs a few years ago but doesn't drive it cause he doesn't want to put mileage on the odometer. So it sits in his garage under a cover. It's a real nice car, though.

I'm not gonna tell him he oughta find Jesus or Buddah or Allah or whomever, either. That won't fly.

So, you can see my dilemma, right?

Maybe he'll read this blog and one of you will leave some good advice in the comments section that will turn it all around for him.

Or maybe I should just get him an iPhone.