BUTT CALL

I know its an odd thing to love but I love being....butt dialed. You know when your phone is in your back pocket and you call someone by mistake because you sat on the send key. I find it rather amusing! The best part about this weird love affair I have with "the pocket dial" is that once I have answered, and I realize it's a butt call, I feel obligated to continue to listen to everything. Sometimes I wish that something interesting would happen on the other end. Like, I would get to witness (and by witness I clearly mean listen to) a murder, or a break up or something of equal if not greater epicness. I think I secretly hope that the person on the other end will realize what they have done and then make me a plate of cookies to make up for all the time I wasted listening to their pants rub against their phone. I however am hypocritical in my statements. I say when they pocket dial me...but I have been guilty of a butt call or two in my day. I however somehow end up calling someone who on any other occasion I would not talk to. I have their number in my phone because at one point in my life I needed it for something important like a church calling. But now I no longer need it and I end up pocket dialing someone who I have not talked to in ages! Once I realize what I have done, they end up texting me telling me all about how we need to get together soon to catch up...