OK, LG G2. You’ve been to the repair facility in Fort Worth and back. You disappointed me immediately out of the envelope and then kept your nose clean for days trying to lull me into a sense of security. I’m giving you the benefit of a doubt, setting you back up and using you normally. But I swear the very next time you lock up or reboot without provocation, I will call customer support again and this time not hang up until they promise to melt you down and give me a new phone.
Are we clear?
That didn’t take long. Within one hour we are going the meltdown route.
LG was unwilling to melt it down and hand me a new one as the old one smoldered. The best I got was a prepaid shipping label. Clearly I didn’t yell enough at the minimum wage phone answerer in Uruguay.
Clearly.