Someone's Pants Just Called Me

We all do it. I slip my cell phone in the back pocket of my jeans and I might lean up against the edge of a desk or something and then my pants kindof call the last number I just dialed and the person on the other end can hear some or all of the conversation in the room around me, without me realizing I just called them.

So someone's pants just called me -- and I could hear him talking to a woman about where he went to high school -- and he didn't know I was eavesdropping. I've gotten 5 minute voice mails like this, where someone's pants called me and they never knew.

For a writer -- this realtime live eavesdropping in a complete stealth mode is like winning the lotto. But, even we writers have a modicum of cellular ethics -- I hung up fast -- it's just not fair.