Things that Come Back to Bite You in the Ass
There's always a price to pay when you're being a smart-ass.
Last year, in a bid to curve terrorism and cellphone-related frauds, the Indonesian government made a regulation that all pre-paid SIM card users must register their name and address by SMS. So anyone can still purchase a SIM card without ID, but before you can use it, you have to register. I thought it was just silly. There was no way that regulation could do anything good. So I registered my number under false name and address, just to spite it.
last years, i was lost my phone,I couldn't just simply buy a new SIM card because then I would have to notify all my contacts,and i kinda lazy to tell all my friends one by one that i`ve changing my number. So I went to the SIM card center and asked for a replacement.
After waiting for almost two hours staring at one of those big digital indicators which display which number could go in to be served, it finally showed my number.
I was then greeted by a lady who, after a day long dealing with consumers' complaints, looked very bored. I told her about my problem and then she typed something on her computer. She deadpanned, asking for my ID. I gave it to her. Then she said, "Sorry the information on your ID doesn't match with what we have on our computer."
I immediately realized that I was in a deep shit. Not only I knew that registered under a false name and address, I completely forgot what name I used. So I kindly asked, "What do you have on your computer?"
She turned her monitor to face me. I read it in horror:
Name : Brad Pitt
Place of Birth : Mojokerto (A very small town in Java)
Address : Jl. Sawo Gang Jambu no. 2
"Why didn't you register under your name?" the lady asked.
"The card used to be... uhmm... my brother's," I said.
"Then he has to come down here to file the complaint," she said.
"He can't... Umm.. He is in... Russia," I didn't know what else to say.
I didn't know whether she was tired or simply didn't want to make me even more embarrassed, she just handed me out a piece of paper.
"Just make the statement here that this SIM card really belongs to you," she said.
"What should I write?" I asked
"I'll dictate it to you"
So I began writing what felt to be the longest line I had ever written:
"I hereby state that this SIM card belongs to me and that Brad Pitt is truly my brother..."
Last year, in a bid to curve terrorism and cellphone-related frauds, the Indonesian government made a regulation that all pre-paid SIM card users must register their name and address by SMS. So anyone can still purchase a SIM card without ID, but before you can use it, you have to register. I thought it was just silly. There was no way that regulation could do anything good. So I registered my number under false name and address, just to spite it.
last years, i was lost my phone,I couldn't just simply buy a new SIM card because then I would have to notify all my contacts,and i kinda lazy to tell all my friends one by one that i`ve changing my number. So I went to the SIM card center and asked for a replacement.
After waiting for almost two hours staring at one of those big digital indicators which display which number could go in to be served, it finally showed my number.
I was then greeted by a lady who, after a day long dealing with consumers' complaints, looked very bored. I told her about my problem and then she typed something on her computer. She deadpanned, asking for my ID. I gave it to her. Then she said, "Sorry the information on your ID doesn't match with what we have on our computer."
I immediately realized that I was in a deep shit. Not only I knew that registered under a false name and address, I completely forgot what name I used. So I kindly asked, "What do you have on your computer?"
She turned her monitor to face me. I read it in horror:
Name : Brad Pitt
Place of Birth : Mojokerto (A very small town in Java)
Address : Jl. Sawo Gang Jambu no. 2
"Why didn't you register under your name?" the lady asked.
"The card used to be... uhmm... my brother's," I said.
"Then he has to come down here to file the complaint," she said.
"He can't... Umm.. He is in... Russia," I didn't know what else to say.
I didn't know whether she was tired or simply didn't want to make me even more embarrassed, she just handed me out a piece of paper.
"Just make the statement here that this SIM card really belongs to you," she said.
"What should I write?" I asked
"I'll dictate it to you"
So I began writing what felt to be the longest line I had ever written:
"I hereby state that this SIM card belongs to me and that Brad Pitt is truly my brother..."
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2:47 AM
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