Many years back, I bought The Speaker a mobile phone she didn’t want. This was, of course, for my benefit. Yep, it was a tracking device. Not that I thought she was plotting anything, but I figured my life would just be a bit simpler if I could call her to make sure that her plans – as they applied to me – hadn’t changed without notice.
None of which explains why, for the entirety of her ownership of that phone, every call I have made to her has gone straight to voicemail. Serves me right, I guess.
Anyway, as I was considering this for the millionth time as I tried – unsuccessfully, of course – to call her this week, I got to thinking about tracking devices for the other loves of our lives. Yep, our cars.
Fitting a tracking device to your car is incredibly inexpensive these days. You simply stick the tracker somewhere a thief probably won’t look for it, and nod off to sleep, knowing that if the car moves, the tracker will send your phone a message that all is not well. At
