With the rain lashing relentlessly on his windscreen, the taxi driver just about made out a beautiful young lady with unusually pale skin and long luscious black hair standing stilly, completely drenched in the downpour. She said nothing but opened the rear door and slid into the back seat. From his rearview mirror the driver saw her brushing her wet hair out of her emotionless face and inexplicably felt a chill tingling down his spine.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he asked with a tinge of concern, driving off at the same time. "Tell me!" she demanded rudely in a voice so shrill and shrieking that it made his hair stand on end, "Does your mobile phone plan have free incoming calls?"

"Y... Yes... I... I have free incoming calls," he stammered uneasily. A horrible stench emanated from the woman's mouth as she spoke and the suffocating smell filled up the taxi in no time. The driver suddenly felt a lump in his throat and found it difficult to speak.

"What about outgoing airtime?" she continued in that same shrieking voice. He saw her black eyes widen out of proportion in the rearview mirror. She seemed to bear little semblance now to the demure and defenseless passenger he had picked up moments earlier. Her sharp fingernails had grown as long as claws and she waved them about menacingly in front of her, baring her fang-like teeth in a snarl as she spoke.

"100 minutes free for a $29.12 monthly subscription!" he blurted out, eyes still transfixed on her reflection in the mirror, which wasn't exactly a clever idea seeing that he was still driving on the road.

"100 minutes! That's outrageous!" she spat, before bringing up something totally irrelevant, "And the Sun had the brazen cheek to send me a bill for my paging plan FOUR years after I had stopped using it! And threaten me with legal action when I refused to pay! The Star gives you 160 free outgoing minutes per month for the same $29.12!"

She paused to catch her breath, or perhaps to intensify the foul odor exhaled from her mouth. "The Star's plan is perfect for your mobile phone use," she hissed, "Plus you can take photos with your new free phone and sing karaoke on it if you wish." Her voice drew closer and closer to the driver, and she stroked her sharp elongated fingernails lightly on his parched throat.

"C... Can I connect it to my palmtop?" he asked, almost hysterical with fear now. She dug her fingernails into his skin, making him wince. What on earth was this creature that he had picked up; and what did she want? More pertinently, is it true that he can get 100 free monthly SMS if he paid by credit card?

"Why don't you change providers," she cooed seductively in his ear, overwhelming stench notwithstanding. He promised to do so the very next day. Almost immediately the lady shouted, "STOP!" The driver slammed on the brakes instantly and turned around to check on his passenger, but she had disappeared.

The back seat was empty except for a brand new mobile phone with 32-chanel polyphonic ring tones, a karaoke feature, as well as MDI composing and remixing functions! He got out of the car to look for his unusual passenger but could find no trace of her. Still shaking with fright, he got back into his taxi and sped off towards the nearest police post to hand over the mobile phone, stopping only to change the ring tone from world justso to rock kleptomania.