On the bright side, this sort of thing could come in handy if you’re ever lost or kidnapped. As I rarely wander out of West Hollywood, however, and am no longer a hot young thing, neither is likely to happen to me, so I often leave the little tool-of-satan at home. Maybe it’ll be an alibi someday. “No, no, your honor. According to my cell phone signal, I was at home the night all those fancy chocolate bars vanished from the exclusive and very expensive boutique temptingly near my house.”
Yeah, but you are now a hot not-as-young thing. :)