Today I left for a two-day bus tour of Galway. I woke up at
6:00am, put all my things together, got into a cab and then realized halfway
into town that I had forgotten to lookup my reservation number for the tour. I
looked frantically through my ipod in hopes that maybe I had the foresight of screen
grabbing it when I first received the email, but alas I did not. In my
desperation I asked the cab driver, Mr. O’Toole, if I could use his phone to
check my email. “Of course ya’ can dear.” He took it off the dashboard, fiddled
with it for a moment, and handed it to me.
His background was a sweet picture of what I assume was his
baby granddaughter. “Aw, how adorable,” I thought. I clicked the browser and it promptly opened to Pornicle.com Hmm. That’s one I haven’t heard of. "Six o’clock in the
morning, on the job, and still finds time to jerk off. Now that’s dedication," I thought to myself.
But now I was in a difficult position. Do I close it? Or do I just leave it and start a new tab? I decided to close it. Better to
let him think his fiddling was successful and that I was none the wiser to his early morning porning.
Anyway I successfully retrieved my reservation number, we got into town
with time to spare, and it only cost me 33 euro! Yep. Thirty-three fucking euro
on a trip that would otherwise only cost me three. But I think of it as a
necessary expense. If I didn’t have to take a cab then I might not have had a
kind person to lend me his phone.
Today I learned: Smartphones are actually quite useful. For many, many things.
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