The Accidental Dial
On my way into the house yesterday after seeing my husband’s band perform live at a nearby bar Pilot showed up ready to go in for the day. As Pilot came trotting up to me I saw he was really dirty, as he often is when he plays outside. As we were walking in I pulled my phone out of my bag and had it in my hand.
I was talking to Pilot, as I normally do, but this time it was mostly:
“You’re such a good boy, yes you are.”
“You’re a dirty boy aren’t you?”
“Who’s my baby boy?”
Then I heard something from my phone, it was voices of some kind. I realized my phone had accidentally dialed my mother at her work phone. I don’t think it left a message though, I think I caught it when the voicemail was playing. Can you imagine how awkward that would be to explain to my mom that I was talking to Pilot and not my husband?