iPhone to the Rescue - Part II

iPhone to the Rescue – Part II

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My iPhone has helped several people recently. Here are their stories.

I Can’t Find My Tattoo

So I was with my friend at a tattoo place called Ink Spot (no, I still won’t get one) and she was scanning through all of the wall charts and magazines.

“I can’t find my tattoo, help me find it.”

I scoffed saying, “If we were in a Mac store, would you help me find something I wanted?”

“Good point” she said.

But I could see her frustration starting to mount.

“I can’t find it anywhere!”

“What was it?” I asked.

She mentioned it was some kind of celtic symbol from Charmed.

“Do you wanna try finding it on my iPhone?”

She grabbed my phone and eventually found it on AOL Image Search.

She handed the iPhone to the tattoo artist. He took the phone and drew up the tattoo using the image on the phone.

And the result? See for yourself.

Where’s Another Sex Shop?

While I at the same tattoo parlor, I went outside to get some fresh air. Next to the place was a sex shop.

This guy walked out and non-chalantly asked me, “Do you know of any other sex shops around here?”

I responded, “If you’ll give me a sec, I can look them up on my phone.”

I found three places, and he wrote them down so he could punch them into his GPS.

I can picture my readers shaking their heads, but hey, I’ll take any opportunity to show off my iPhone.

Breakdown!

My co-worker and I were about to embark on an eight hour drive to Savannah, Georgia from Huntsville, Alabama.

We had breakfast, and then we were off in our separate vehicles.

He called me twenty minutes later to say that he had broken down just outside of Decatur.

I asked him where he was, and he responded, “At a McDonalds.”

I typed in “McDonalds” into the Maps application, and went down the list until we found which one he was at.

I went back to get him, and used the iPhone to look up numbers of tow places, and nearby auto shops.

He ended up riding with me down to Savannah, and used my iPhone the whole way there (and back) as entertainment. We also jammed to my music over the car stereo.

Where the heck are we?

I had the opportunity to fly in a helicopter this week in Savannah. As we flew over Tybee beach, one of the pilots commented, “I’m trying to find this road down there. It’s where I used to live.”

I whipped out my iPhone and pin-pointed my GPS location using the Maps application.

I told him it was a little north-west.

We eventually found it, although I’m not sure if my iPhone was 100% the reason we did.

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