It happens more frequently than I’d like it to. I felt my phone being unusually warm in my back pocket on the walk home. I had my hands full of shopping bags, so I didn’t really want to stop and check. I probably should have.
When I finally had a chance to properly look, even though I would have sworn my phone was locked when I put it away when getting off the train, my ass had managed to navigate deep into my SIM network settings, open two YouTube videos, seven help/info tabs from my password manager app, turned on my WiFi and turned my location settings off, and had a Guardian story on voice-read. I’m kinda impressed and scared, at the same time.
