John drives home

Sighing loudly, John decided he's driving back home before looking any more at the phone. The screen was fixed, he figured he'd be able to get the operating system back up and running without paying any money to someone else. As he turned the ignition, he winced at the annoying local radio channel advertisements that began chirping in the background. He was twenty minutes away from home and he'd been looking forward to turn on some podcast or album for the return trip, but that wasn't going to happen now.

As he got back to his apartment building, he drove into the basement parking complex and found his lot occupied. John sneered at the intruder and decided to park on one of his other neighbor's spots instead, making a note to check back before he gets back from work to see if his spot was cleared.

John got out of his car and leaned back towards it for a moment to look at his phone again, in case it's gotten any better the past half hour. Unfortunately it still looked the same way, various buttons in some inescapable app mocking him.

"Fine, have it your way," he muttered to himself as he pulled the t-shirt off his beer belly, wiped some of the sweat around and scratched his chin.