Your pockets have magical powers. They can call your best friends or complete strangers. Mom or dad. The Pope or The Donald. Argentina or Bangladesh. I once called a number that consisted of 18 asterisks.
It didn’t go through.
And while your pockets are racking up your phone bill, the person on the other end of the number you’ve dialed is listening in on your life. What if they heard you talking about the boy you like? Or worse, what if they are the boy you like? Oh no!
This is why Walter White broke all his phones in half.