Part 2
It was probably a couple weeks after the toilet incident that I came across another iPhone. Lets just say, it found me. I was sitting in a cab one night, on the way home from drinking, whatever. We stopped at some lights on Oxford Street when this guy pokes his head in the window. He was very drunk, a French backpacker on his way to Surry Hills. It was out of the way but I let him jump in. I made some funny joke about him being a french frog – I laughed. I’m unsure at which point he decided it was ‘ok’ to put his hand on my leg, I pushed it off. Then he tried to kiss me. I just laughed at him, said something like “yeah right” and then brought up the topic of Baguettes. We got to his stop, the fare was at about $9. He threw $5 at me and said, “This should be enough.” I told him that the fare was $9 and that he should pay all of it since I was kind enough to share my cab with him. He was arrogant – typical. He told me in a stern, drunk, French accent, ‘I think this is fair’ and got out. The cab driver and I were in agreement that the guy was a dickhead.
About 5 minutes into the trip from Surry to Dully I looked upon the empty seat to my left. And sitting there, shining, sparkling like a gift from the one, true god was a brand new iPhone 3GS, white. I picked it up and browsed the content. Photos – boring; messages – boring; aps – boring; everything - boring, boring, boring… Nothing much on it, it was still pretty new.
I’m usually a good person. Sometimes I give my seat up for old people and pregnant ladies on the train. I even put my cigarette-butts out and I carry them when I can’t find a bin. The thought of keeping that phone didn’t even cross my mind. In fact, I used the phone and replied to some guys message to arrange a time for him (the owner) to come get it. But peer pressure got the better of me and so, after telling my friends the story they all insisted that I keep the phone.
I still had my washed out iphone lying around my room. Nadine came up with a brilliant idea. You see, she also was in a bit of an unfortunate situation with her phone - she was still using this brick Ericson which had expired years ago. She offered to pay the $250 fee Apple charge to replace a broken iPhone (must be done within the first 12 months of its life.) Then I would keep the replacement and she would get Frenchies phone. It was agreed. So, I went to the Apple store on George Street, paid the fee and got the new iPhone. It was a smooth transaction. I jailbroke the white one, gave it to Nads and kept the black one. Our lives were back on track – technologically.
My sister, Simone and I went away on a very hot summer weekend for a friend of a friend’s 30th birthday. We caught the train + bus up. It was a long trip, I played bejewelled and words with friends to keep myself entertained. We got to the party which had started without us. It was OK because we planned for this and began drinking on the train up. We were moderately tipsy. Enough to spill a beer on the bus. The bus driver was not happy. We met the crew, I think I knew all of 3 people not including Simone. It was this night that iPhone no. 2 saw its demise.
One beer led to a cocktail which led to a shot which led to a spa. I was well drunk. Instead of putting my bathing suit on, I drunkenly took off the items of clothing in danger of getting wet, one by one, as I slowly worked my way into the spa. So, I was sitting there in my bra and knickers, laughing, joking, and flirting with some guys I’d just met. One of them turned to me and reached towards my chest. I thought to myself, Wow – that’s a bit forward. But low and behold, instead of going in for a feel, he pulls out a very wet iPhone.
Go to part three here.
