iPad, iPad, come home to daddy
I am now watching my Tom Bihn bag of goodies being borne in the meatwagon down Vouliagmenis Avenue in the direction of Glyfada cop shop. Soon it will be time to stroll over to identify the suspects. These guys probably thought I was just another dumb foreigner. Of course I am, or I would have been sitting on my bag and not been daft enought to have it lifted from under my nose. He was good at it, I’ll give him that. He and his accomplices had probably never heard of Find My Mac until a few minutes ago. They will be cursing Apple and all its works as they sit in jail tonight. Earlier I thought it was my nightmare day but, thanks to Find My Mac and the Greek cops, it’s the bad guys’ turn.