Well, apparently it wasn’t. Some chain-snatchers style guys grabbed her phone from her hand as she was walking on the road. They were on a motorbike and managed to get away. Typically, we don’t have the
However, this just reminded me of how a couple of days ago I was walking down the street and it was dark (there are few streetlights here) and there was this schoolkid walking behind me. Except I, being the paranoid[1] nutcase that I am, I did all the
What I don’t understand is why the mobile phone companies don’t simply triangulate the signal and locate the phone (It’s still on, one of my aunts was trying to reach my mom). Surely it’ll be remarkably trivial, I can see a whole industry around triangulation though, location-sensitive advertisements, faux-GPS,… Ah, if only I had a couple of millions.
[1] No really, paranoid like mad. I treat everyone as guilty until proved innocent, always place my phone in my front pocket, under my handkerchief and the papers I carry, do
Anita Sharon was my classmate in SMA. Idiots got her name wrong in that article.
So by your vague post and references to your aunt, I assume the person who lost the phone was your mom?
Brilliant, sir! You have deciphered the code!
Anita Sharon, so it was her? I think I met her a couple of times when she was in school. Or maybe it was someone else, I’ll go look for our yearbook and see if I recognise her. I knew it was a Michaelite, it was all over the news at the time. Didn’t know it was her though.
That was one sad news. It really got people stirred up against the police.
Perhaps those snatchers belong to that slum dwelling nearby.
Yeah ! That was one terrible incident !
Oh gosh… That’s horrible…
I’m kinda glad now that I’m in Martin…
Yeah, pretty sad. They couldn’t trace the phone because my mom didn’t have the serial number. Ah well…
Being in Martin Hall will not save you. Palimar spells doom. And so does Ida.
Nut. I was talking about the murder.
You know I’m not allowed to use the phone here after 10 pm, big chance that anybody would steal it then. Except Ida. Maybe.
But then again… She probably doesn’t know how to use a mobile.
Yeah, safe. In a building controlled by that woman. Safe.
Of course. It’s like living in a nunnery. A nunnery with a constitution.
A constitution? What kind of constitution? I can imagine:
Section 5(a): All residents must run in morning so Martin Hall become great sporting nation.
Not exactly… But close.
And half the people don’t even go for jogging in the mornings because they have a cold. Makes a lot of sense because of the wonderful weather and the lovely atmosphere.
Irony intended.
It’s actually a pretty nice place, Martin Hall. Bars, discotheques, a sidewalk café. Hard to find a better place to stay.
The running’s the only problem.