They have made the iPhone a joke if you actually want to make a call:

Let’s try to do this reasonably and with particularity: Every call I made yesterday on my iPhone dropped. A number of them were to my 84-year-old mother who has a hard time understanding why telephones no longer work. I have a hard time understanding this, too. Is it mere success, as AT&T seems to suggest?

The iPhone is just too popular, straining its network. The fault, in other words, lies with consumer demand and great design, and not with AT&T and its resources and infrastructure. But how come for the last two years I go dead in the East Thirties, on 57th Street and Sixth, on 72nd and Madison, on Bleeker and Lafayette, on the Williamsburg Bridge, and about a hundred other specific locations I’m too irate to remember now?

Overload would be random (of course, iPhone calls drop randomly, too), but a plainly crummy system is one that can’t cover some of the most well-trafficked thoroughfares and intersections in the world.

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