Apple users are ordering more iPhones than they need. Not because they need one in each pocket, but because they want to resell the phones for profit.
Android users too are rushing to pre-order the new iPhones 6. Not because they’re switching to Apple, but because they too know that they can turn a profit by reselling these phones.
Recently, my friend told me about how people are offering to buy the new iPhones 6 at a premium over Apple’s prices.
These buyers offer the highest prices for your iPhones 6 on launch day. Then, the offer price decreases with each passing day. How strange it is that the same, exact iPhone 6 is worth a few hundred dollars more than it will be a week later.
When you think about it, it’s crazy that an entire market can not only exist, but thrive, by preying on consumers’ desire to be the first to own something.
I too tried to pre-order the iPhone 6, but to no avail because of problems with my telco’s system.
Hundreds of pages of forum posts have spawned discussing the availability of (or more like the lack of) the new iPhones.
In them, angry customers have rubbished the telco and its staff, and spewed expletives at them.
When you think about it, it’s crazy that we’re losing sleep, losing cool, just because we’re getting the phones a few days later than others.
Many years ago, I read on a friend’s blog that she gets really irritated with people who asks “Are you sure?” right after she answers their question. Her problem: why bother asking in the first place if you don’t believe it?
Lately I have a problem with someone telling me “that’s not very helpful”, or worse–“that’s not helpful at all”–when you’ve actually taken time and effort to help them after they ask for it.
Sometimes we get too comfortable doing or saying things out of habit that we seldom think twice before we say something.
I was supposed to meet Sharon at Starbucks after I’ve foot the bill. She couldn’t find me at Starbucks, so she went looking for me.
When I reached Starbucks—a minute later—I found a man slumped over his seat, head dangling, shaking and vomiting. No one knew what to do with the man, some were even scared and moved away from him. I had to figure out who could give help over the phone while waiting for the ambulance; thankfully I realised I have some smart friends reading medicine.
Anyway, because you never know when such things can happen—to strangers or your loved ones—better to learn some first aid, at least how to position them while waiting for help.
And sometimes, a minute is all it takes for something to take place. No warning, nothing.
Two of your friends start off their MSN conversation in a span of 10 minutes with the following messages:
Friend: “hey jj u there?”
Friend: “can i ask you sth technical?”