“Better charge my Three phone,” I thought to myself. I’d left it in my jacket when I returned to the hotel.
I found the charger just a few minutes ago, hunted for the phone, plugged it in… hold on a moment…
Arse. I looked at the screen. It was counting away — 1:55:13. I was connected to a call! It seems that the handset had called the Three customer service number (the first in the address book) by mistake. Looks like I forgot to lock the keyboard.
I hung up immediately, flicked on the laptop and logged into ‘My Three’ to see what the damage was. Annoyingly, My Three only tells you how many minutes you’ve used up, how many texts/pictures/video mins you’ve got left and so on. It doesn’t tell you about international calls.
“That’s 55p a minute by 105 minutes,” I thought to myself, “Why doesn’t their system just hang up???”
Then I checked out the standard Three international call rate from Switzerland. It’s 80p a minute. 80p! 80p!
That’s an £84. EXCLUDING VAT. What a total 100% arse.
I seem to walk into these things, I really do. Last time it was that sodding Vodafone data bill. YES that was my fault, ultimately, because I should have checked that they’d kept me on the right plan. And now I’ve been a victim of the rather sensitive N73 keyboard.
Quardruple arse. I’ll phone them and see what the chaps in India can do about it. They’ll probably count it as an international call and it will remain my problem.