Cell Phones...Trendy Tracking Devices
So, I've managed to escape parental bonds rather well the past few months. Unfortunately, they have devised a way to put me back on the leash. The Man (a.k.a. my grandfather) wants to get me a cell phone. Apparently, I "need" a cell. I don't believe a cell phone is going to feed, clothe, put a roof over my head, or give me the greatest sex of my life. What do I really need it for? It's also for "my safety". Unless the cell has a special compartment for mace and sharp pointy things, I don't see how it will make me any safer. I usually travel with friends or in well lit locations so, I'm okay. The real issue is that I can't be found as easily as I was before. I like being able to disapear at any given moment. Not everyone wants to be found all the time. These people just don't appreciate or respect my free spirit. I'm beginning to feel like a hamster (by the way Annie, yours are totally cute!). I don't see any way to get out of having one so, when I get it you guys will be the few people who have my number.