The taxi driver on my drive from the Mumbai airport to the hotel had a cellphone I had to borrow – and I found to my amusement that the language for the cellphone was set to French.
No, the driver wasn’t French, wasn’t learning French, didn’t care for French much. He probably just changed the interface language at some point by mistake, and didn’t know anyone who could fix this.
And yet, he was pretty adept at using the phone, sending/receiving SMSes and navigating the alarm system. In fact, if the phone could speak out the SMS messages, I suspect he wouldn’t even need a screen on the darn thing!