How the tables have turned

As a refresher because it's been a while, Ben has always accused me of breaking everything I ever touch. I think maybe once I borrowed a cd of his and the case got scratched or something, but he has applied this stigma to everything in my life since. Whether my roof developed a leak, or my iPod temporarily stopped, of my computer operating system became corrupted, it was all because I broke everything.

Ben however must have inherited my curse. When he called me around Christmas and asked me to fix his iPod which had recently begun displaying the same symptoms as mine I let him off easy, mainly due to the holiday season. However, after calling me last night and asking me if my Powerbook DVD player has suddenly stopped working (it hadn't before then) and then having him proceed to have me follow directions that result in mine becoming nonfunctional as well, he has truly crossed the line.