I am an especially suspicious person. I suppose this stems from my early discovery that automobiles were constructed to fail around the same time or what is called “planned obsolescence.” It made it easier for the car salesman to make money on a more predictable schedule.
As I sat fuming over my daughter’s destruction of a second IPhone 6 this month, it occurred to me that Apple’s manufacturing scheme somehow now predicts the carelessness of young girls.
I suspect we grow old and die at precisely the right speed as well. Even God has to make his quarter.