(FUVEST - 2003 - 1a Fase) Read the following text:
I USED TO THINK I COULD quit checking my e-mail any time I wanted to, but I stopped kidding myself years ago. My e-mail program is up and running 24 hours a day, and once I submit to its siren call, whole hours can go missing. I have a friend who recently found herself stuck on a cruise ship near Panama that didn’t offer e-mail, so she chartered a helicopter to take her to the nearest Internet café. There was nothing in her queue but junk mail and other spam, but she thought the trip was worth it. I know how she felt. You never know when you’re going to get that note from Uncle Eric about your inheritance. Or that White House dinner invitation with a time-sensitive R.S.V.P.
TIME, JUNE 10, 2002
What did the writer’s friend find when she was able to check her e-mail, according to the passage?
Unimportant messages.
The writer’s message.
An invitation to dinner.
No message at all.
Her uncle’s message.