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Verizon to Launch Mobile 'Chaperone' Service
Billosaur writes "CNET is reporting that Verizon will soon be offering a service (branded "Chaperone") which will allow parents to
keep track of their cell phone-carrying children. Following on the heels of a similar service started by Sprint in April, the system will allow parents 'to set up geographic limits and receive text alerts if their children, who also carry phones, go too far from home. The service also lets parents check where their offspring are via a map on their cell phone or computer.' Disney will purportedly be offering a similar service when it begins selling mobile phones sometime this summer. It's 10pm -- do you know where you child's cell phone is?"
My parents raised me right, so I never needed chaperone service. I remember when my mom was about to hire the neighbor to chaperone me on my junior prom. The neighbor was a cranky old lady in her 90's, and would have made me her bitch in front of all my classmates and friends. I don't know what my mom was thinking! I hadn't gotten into any drugs or illegal activities my whole life (and I still haven't!), and have always made nothing but A's and B's in my grades -- I had been an honors student since middle school!
But my mom got spooked by some sensationalist news story on the local television station about gangs in Catholic schools preying on students like me to recruit them. Yes, you heard me -- gangs in Catholic schools. LOL... silly, right? Anyway, I begged and pleaded with her, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it". First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air be livin' like? Hmm, this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight. And I yelled to the cabby "yo, homes, smell you later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.