I still remember the first time I saw you online. I immediately made the purchase to take you home with me, and you know what? Things have been good. You’re a fighter. You’ve been with me since your infancy almost 4 years ago, and what a great run this has been. But I can’t understand why you want to quit me.
When we were hanging out the other night, I opened you up and could sense that something was wrong. I pressed the on button and you just threw a sound of death at me and shouted:
‘PRRRRR beep beep prrr beep… P!’
That hurt my feelings. Geez, camera! We have places to go, people to see, articles to write!
I called a doctor in an attempt to convince you to come back to me because you KNOW that I prefer not to spend money in a new you right now. But unfortunately, I have to do it… I have to trade you for a younger, smarter, more professional you [$700 for a Nikon D60? Ouch!].