Pandora's Mobile

My friend has been dying to write up his story for his blog but sadly the life of a NewYork playboy, property agent and expatriate leaves him little time. So the gauntlet falls to me.

Fasten your sense of morality and ethics, you are in for a bumpy ride!

Our hero and possible villain of this story shall remain nameless or I couldn't write this blog.

The snow was coming down on the shivering sky scrapers of Manhattan settling a few inches on the ground. Far below the powdery snow the telephone cables under the Eastern seaboard were buzzing with data streaming back and forth. Somewhere in cyber space I was busily arranging for a good friend of mine to stay with another good friend of mine in NewYork.

The reason why she needed a place to stay is of no importance. She needed somewhere and a friend of mine was kind enough to offer up his apartment. Ok already I sense confusion. Let us name everyone, it may help.

If I am Hephaestus, (the one that creates the debaucle), she will be Pandora and he can be Epimetheus.

Ok here we go...

So Epimetheus decides that the beautiful Pandora should be taken out ahead of time, even before she moves in with him for a long weekend. Smooth mover!

Where does Epimetheus choose?

The Opera. I mean how ironic. Surely this was a warning ahead of time, Opera is always about the tragedy of a hero! And a tragedy is on its way - trust me.

But so far so good.

Epimetheus feels Pandora has enjoyed her night at the Opera and they hop into a shiny yellow cab, Epimetheus is dropped off first and then Pandora finally gets home. Epimetheus is content that he is well on his way to a good weekend.

In fact his phone bleeps soon after with a message from Pandora extoling his virtues and revealing to him what a great night it was! An hour later and yet again his phone rings as he is about to settle in for the night. It's a stranger's voice, it turns out that Pandora has left her mobile phone in the cab and a kindly stranger has retrieved it and called the last number dialed, which as fate would have it was Epimetheus's.

Carpe Diem!

Epimetheus jumps out of bed and in the late hour he rides another cab like the mighty Pegasus to get the phone!

And what fair readers does Epimetheus do now? For Epimetheus wants to know why Pandora's phone is beeping madly all night, flashing with new messages popping up from Zeus, Hector, Agamemnon, Hercules and Achiles to name but a few other men..

Well Epimetheus, he decides to try and cease the phones vibrations. And he finds himself in her sent messages box! He reads them. The first text makes him smile as he has seen it already once tonight, it is addressed to him from earlier.

"Dear Epimetheus, what a lovely time I had at the Opera, I am so glad I will be staying with you. Nite x"

The second text dear readers he has not seen.

"Oh my Lord, what a nightmare evening I just had with Epimetheus, he is such a geek and not my type at all, oh well at least it is free accommodation!"

Needless to say the weekend was not a great success, but Epimetheus was a good friend to Hephaestus and let Pandora stay anyway.

And the morale of the story? Always delete your text messages!!!