Mobile phone disasters
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How has a mobile phone wrecked your life?
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 12:14)
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How has a mobile phone wrecked your life?
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 12:14)
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By request....
It was 1998, I'd had my Yellow-Covered Nokia 5110 for a couple of weeks and I was as proud as Punch of it's cute yellow cover, even though it looked like this
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nokia_5110.jpg
Three people knew about it. My Mum and two of my mates. Then it rang suddenly, at a time when everyone was at work, I didn't recognise the caller's number but I like meeting people so..
"Hello?"
"Hello there, just wanted to ask, do you do extras?"
"I'm not sure what you mean"
They hung up immediately.
"Hmm.." I thought, "Bet that's one of my horrid brothers, or my boss having a laugh" and left it at that. Until the next day, when the same thing happened. It was a different male voice, calling from a different area code, asking if I did "Extras". The same thing happened the day after that, particularly sticking in my mind, because he didn't sound frightened, or creepy like the others, he sounded, well, normal. Even though he spent the time it takes to cook Fish Fingers, new potatoes and salad for 3 people, trying to persuade me that I should meet up with him anyway. He lived in Manchester, roughly 100 miles away. This continued for days..
Then the breakthrough came, unexpectedly. I was walking to work, when my 'phone rang again.
"Hello there, I saw your ad in the back of the Sport, and I wondered, do you do Extras?"
"I'm sorry love, you've got the wrong number" I said (I never saw any point getting upset with the mystery callers, even though they worried me) but now I knew where to look. So I stopped in at the little news kiosk opposite work, and grabbed a copy of the comic/gent's relaxing sales brochure, turned to the back, and there it was, the reason why I'd had dozens of odd calls over three days..
Classy Lady,
visiting masseuse/escort,
Preston.
tel.. here it gave her mobile tel no. which was the same as mine, apart from having less of one digit, and one more of another.Close enough if your hands are shaking I suppose.
She must have been busy as hell, given how many calls I got for her.
( , Tue 4 Aug 2009, 22:50, 3 replies)
It was 1998, I'd had my Yellow-Covered Nokia 5110 for a couple of weeks and I was as proud as Punch of it's cute yellow cover, even though it looked like this
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nokia_5110.jpg
Three people knew about it. My Mum and two of my mates. Then it rang suddenly, at a time when everyone was at work, I didn't recognise the caller's number but I like meeting people so..
"Hello?"
"Hello there, just wanted to ask, do you do extras?"
"I'm not sure what you mean"
They hung up immediately.
"Hmm.." I thought, "Bet that's one of my horrid brothers, or my boss having a laugh" and left it at that. Until the next day, when the same thing happened. It was a different male voice, calling from a different area code, asking if I did "Extras". The same thing happened the day after that, particularly sticking in my mind, because he didn't sound frightened, or creepy like the others, he sounded, well, normal. Even though he spent the time it takes to cook Fish Fingers, new potatoes and salad for 3 people, trying to persuade me that I should meet up with him anyway. He lived in Manchester, roughly 100 miles away. This continued for days..
Then the breakthrough came, unexpectedly. I was walking to work, when my 'phone rang again.
"Hello there, I saw your ad in the back of the Sport, and I wondered, do you do Extras?"
"I'm sorry love, you've got the wrong number" I said (I never saw any point getting upset with the mystery callers, even though they worried me) but now I knew where to look. So I stopped in at the little news kiosk opposite work, and grabbed a copy of the comic/gent's relaxing sales brochure, turned to the back, and there it was, the reason why I'd had dozens of odd calls over three days..
Classy Lady,
visiting masseuse/escort,
Preston.
tel.. here it gave her mobile tel no. which was the same as mine, apart from having less of one digit, and one more of another.Close enough if your hands are shaking I suppose.
She must have been busy as hell, given how many calls I got for her.
( , Tue 4 Aug 2009, 22:50, 3 replies)
The 5110!
A classic. I might try and get one on fleabay and go back to using it. Probably does just as much as I use.
( , Wed 5 Aug 2009, 14:30, closed)
A classic. I might try and get one on fleabay and go back to using it. Probably does just as much as I use.
( , Wed 5 Aug 2009, 14:30, closed)
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