No stop - Go direct
Homeward bound, one needs to rethink this whole pleasure of riding the seeming comfort of the German InterCityExpress (ICE) trains with a stop-over at
On my way to
The need to get online is compelling though
The Spartan waiting rooms in
I prefer blackberry muffins
I do however, have to travel with my laptop most of the time because I am still blowing raspberries at Blackberries, I prefer to determine when I am online and when I want to be contacted and if I want to be connected rather than having a device that syncopates with my breathing that being alive means one is available.
For years, I have refused to accept business phones, bleepers and alert systems because they unconscionably encroach on your private time as some people might tend to take liberties because of this.
No number? Oh! Bummer
So, to kill time at
Some, one would expect a phone number would appear on the T-Mobile Hotspot sticker, just in case one has enquiries or something goes wrong – Zilch!
You cannot be serious (With McEnroe disdain), how do they get informed of service failure if there is no way to contact them?
It smacks of technological hubris which imagines their systems would never fail such that no one would ever have to call for anything.
The absence of a contact number is to my mind a failure of the service even if it is working and if the station information desk of personnel who never learnt English - that we were communicating with Annoying Sign Language - do not have any information about T-Mobile services in their station, the cretin who came up with this idea is deserving of a payslip without the figures.
73 minutes of being rather cross and suitably not amused, one should learn to, as they say in common parlance – chill.