Wednesday, May 31, 2006

SideKick in Your Ass

Newbluebaby sent me this story about a stolen T-Mobile Sidekick . It was left in a cab by a guy's girlfriend. Then the Sidekick went on a journey to Corona Queens with it's new "owner" who started taking all sorts of pictures with it of her family and her ass and stuff and then she was busted by the girl's boyfriend who tracked her down thanks to T-Mobile wireless technology.

Everyone's so technologically obsessed these days, you sort of can't blame the thief for being psyched to take pictures of her family and her ass and stuff with her new T-Mobile Sidekick and flashing it around and being seen with it. You don't see a celebrity ever without their trusty Sidekick at their side, blabbing away or texting away with ferocity. It's obnoxious. No offense to the T-Mobile Sidekick obsessed, but I wouldn't be bummed to know that one of the side-effects they discover down the line is that you grow uncontrollable ear and finger hair or whatnot and it cannot be cured. Be in the moment, already, and not always communicating with where you aren't.

People who don't return crap they find are jerks. Granted, if there's no way of knowing who the person is, that's one thing (like my iPod, ahem), but I always return things to their owners. I found two cell phones and 2 work ID's this winter and returned all four to their rightful owners.

None of those a-holes thanked me with a ten spot or a fin or even a lousy note, but whatevs.

The point of this story? People are a-holes.

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