I need to use a pay phone.

Charlie boy, phone home.
I absolutely don’t know how I did it. Did it without loss of limb or life. But I did get through it all with no major or minor difficulties. I made it easily through junior high and high school without a cell phone.
However, there were two payphones in the main hallway in the admin buildings. There for just a nickel or a thin dime per call. I must had been a genius never needing to phone home. Either that or just lucky. Or both.
But today we have sissy kids and sissy moms. Mom’s will whine, ‘I need to talk to my babies when I need to talk to them” The sissy kids will complain to their sissy moms that Benji is calling me names.” Yeah right!
Again, how did I make it all those years without a thousand dollar smart-phone.
Even my adult grandkids had no high dollar phone in school. A flip-phone maybe, but nothing more.

And I say all this because a few school here and there are forbidding school kids from bringing their Android to class. I am so glad I’m not a teacher. I would take a hammer to the offending pocket phone. But again, the sissy moms complain. “But what if…what if…what if. Give me a break!