When your wife tells you that she "hates meat packing," should you be suspicious?
This question seems to have consumed one new iPhone 4S owner, as he pondered whether his beloved always told him the truth.
According to this unnamed New York man's posting to a MacRumors forum, he was one of the privileged who managed to get his hands on an iPhone 4S.
You might have heard of these new machines. They come equipped with a highly intelligent companion called Siri. They also give you the opportunity to load an app called "Find My Friends".
The lovely thing about this app is that you can follow people only if they're happy to you to have you follow them. In this particular case, the poster--with the handle "ThomasMetz"--claims that he had suspicions about the happiness of his marriage. He had a few suspicions about his wife's loyalty and activities. So he allegedly installed the app without happening to mention it.
In his words: "I got my wife a new 4S and loaded up find my friends without her knowing. She told me she was at her friends house in the east village. I've had suspicions about her meeting this guy who live uptown. Lo and behold, Find my Friends has her right there."
No, she was allegedly not in the Meatpacking district. She was an uptown girl.
Yes, this might be a touching but made-up story of love gone astray. However, ThomasMetz then provided some screen shots (displayed here) in order to support his pain and, well, his legal case.
For he posted: "Thank you Apple, thank you App Store, thank you all. These beautiful treasure trove of screen shots going to play well when I meet her a$$ at the lawyer's office in a few weeks."
I am sure at this very moment that John Grisham is calling his agent and musing about a new novel--set somewhere in Mississippi--where the plot will turn on the cheery new functions of an iPhone 4S. The plot will, no doubt, turn on whether planning such a ruse would constitute admissible evidence.
Meanwhile, in the tangled world of ThomasMetz, his wife allegedly still doesn't know that her husband has such novel and incriminating information. Which might be troubling, as he claims she is the one who brought the money into their presumably once-happy union.
Quite soon, I feel sure that happy couples will be making their promises at the front of churches and include this wording: "Till death do us part. Or till I discover that my sleazy little spouse has been secretly following my movements with an adorable little Apple app."