Getting a cellphone means your friends have your tacit permission to hit your number anytime in a 24-hour period regardless of your work or sleep schedule.
Expect the basic cost of your plan to be far afield of your first bill as your face contorts then and every succeeding month when it's time to pay the taxes, fees, surcharges, and on-demand services you wonder who authorized and accessed.
Your grandmother wouldn't approve of the filth contained in the text messages, pictures and video sent, again, the handiwork of...friends.
Parental controls that eased your conscience are easily overcome by your kid's classmates who have expertise in ways to run-up the bill and ignore you when you try to reach him or her which was your 'out' for justifying the extra monthly outlay of $50+ in the first place.
Crazy folks who ditty-bop down sidewalks talking or screaming aloud now enjoy the safety-in-numbers of camouflaged anonymity due to the large number of bluetooth users also appearing to talk or scream to no one in particular (and raise your opened cellphone as we did with BICs at concerts if you pronounce it camel-flajjed).
All the telephone numbers you know by heart will irretrievably dissipate into other grey matter as you become solely reliant on your little buddy to dial a name for you.
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