Since our lovely ISP monopolist left me without DSL (for the last 48 h), I’ve been using 3G.
You can imagine my surprise on getting… a text message from an unknown number.
-> You’re f(beep)g great. Thanks.
Here’s a transcript of a chat that followed…
<- Say what?!
-> Whatever
<- Wrong number, check it
-> It’s me. Bart you jackass!
<- Bart who? Not kidding
-> You moron. Bart L(beep).
<- Listen buddy, YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER, I won’t be so nice next time
-> Right. Sory [orig. spell.]. Wrong ending hehe.. Sory once more.. kind of silly.
<- Yes, very silly. EOT
A mobile phone – not idiot-proof!
I always wanted to become an Indian. Thanks to my friends that happened. I was trained. They sent me to Arizona. I met the chief. They now call me »Talks to the hand«.
This neat and warm commercial of Polish cell phone network Orange we can marvel at in television nowdays. Neat, warm… and completely missing the reality… (more…)
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