What does justice look like? If you’re anything like burglary victim Eliza Webb, justice looks a lot like mom. Webb’s car was burgled along with several others in her neighborhood, and her running shoes and sunglasses were stolen. But the thief left behind one really important thing: His cell phone. So Webb looked through it and found the number for the 19-year-old thief’s mom (was it under MOMZ or BIRTH PERSON or something?), and gave her a ring. Keep reading »
Just a wee suggestion, but if you’re going to talk about your plot to follow a dude home and murder him? Make sure all of your electronic devices are off. That’s the hard lesson learned by Florida man Scott Simon learned earlier this week when he accidentally butt-dialed 911 in the midst of discussing his plan to kill.
Simon can be heard chatting up his murder plot minutes before Nicholas Walker was shot while driving on I-95. The shooting, and the resulting car crash, shut down the highway for several hours. And while police don’t believe Simon pulled the trigger, they do think he collaborated with someone else to kill Walker. Earlier in the day, Walker and Simon got in an altercation — at a local Waffle House.
Simon’s been charged with first degree murder. [MSN] [Cell phone photo courtesy Shutterstock]
I arrived at the Paris airport, knowing only a handful of French words and phrases, holding a map of the city I picked up at the information desk, with the address of the place I was staying written on the first page of my otherwise blank journal. And … I had no cell phone to help me find my way.
I followed the signs with the little trains on them. Paid for my ticket with the Euros I had exchanged at the airport. Picked a Metro stop that appeared to be in the general vicinity of the apartment I was staying at and proceeded to lug my 50 pound suitcase up and down countless flights of stairs.
When I emerged from the Chatalet station with a kink in my neck and a numb right bicep, it was raining. I had no clue where I was. I was panic stricken. Keep reading »
Every phone I’ve ever owned has met a tragic and untimely death. Whether it’s the toilet, the concrete, the washing machine, a sandy beach, or a spilled glass of juice, I am an expert at breaking cell phones, so when I splurged on a fancy new Android a few weeks ago, I vowed things would be different. And for awhile, they were: I cradled it gently against my ear; I never touched the screen when my hands were messy; I tucked it carefully into its very own pocket in my purse. And then, a few days ago, I dropped it on the concrete while taking a nice, slow-paced stroll through the park. Looking down at that cracked screen, at all my hard work gone to waste, I had an epiphany: there must be 50 ways to break your cell phone. With apologies to Paul Simon, here they are… Keep reading »