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| by Sam Varghese | |
| Monday, 19 October 2009 | |
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But such functionality often comes at a price - and, at times, the iPhone can severely embarrass people. What follows is a personal experience, though for obvious reasons no names can be revealed. Given that I am primarily a denizen of the night, I have no choice but to use the good offices of taxi-drivers in Melbourne to return to my abode after work. My regular cabbie, a guy named J, has been carrying me for nearly three years - and, thus, has become a pretty good friend. On the days he doesn't work, his mate, N, comes to my aid. I use the term "aid" advisedly; Melbourne is full of cabbies who are new to the job and using a new person every night and providing directions is the last thing I want to do after finishing work. Both N and J are gadget freaks, J more so. He has been trying to get an iPhone through one of the local providers for months and now, after an initial period of calling them every day to inquire about it, has resigned himself to waiting. N has obtained an iPhone through a relative and never fails to use this fact - his having an iPhone while J does not - to tickle J and poke a bit of fun at him. Last week, as J was dropping me off on the day before his off-day, he told me, as a matter of course, that N would pick me up the next day. I responded that N had not done so the previous week and that he (N) was becoming a bit unreliable. It was around 3am when we had this conversation. An hour later as I getting my breakfast ready, my mobile indicated that a text message had come in. I was surprised as I never get any messages at that time of night. The message was from N and was brief and to the point: "Go f*** yourself. From me and J." I was flabbergasted and wondered whether this was the result of J having told N about my describing him as unreliable. But even that did not account for the second bit of the message. CONTINUED |
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