A distant acquaintance whom I had a cell phone conversation with yesterday evening just unknowingly dialed me from her work bathroom. It was quite acoustically graphic. It ended just as she left the stall, so I can only hope hands were properly washed.
Has anyone else had any interesting butt-dialed cellphone calls recently?
A coworker with a blackberry and my boss with his iphone both buttdialed me within the last month. Actually, I don’t know if it was really buttdialing, but if we expand the definition to include all unintended calling, then yeah.
With the entire face of my Droid being the touch screen, I have a hard time not accidentally dialing someone after finishing a call. I hit end, the phone automatically shows my call log and if I’m distracted returning it to my pocket, it’s far to easy to accidentally hit the screen and call someone.
Thankfully, it’s usually my dear forgiving husband, who’ll talk to my pocket for a moment or two before disconnecting. 
While out with a friend recently and accidentally calling my ex-MIL, it was recommended that I get an app called Call Confirm. When you hit the call button a window comes up that says “Are You Sure?” It takes some getting used to, but no more accidental calls.
I was bootie-called earlier today in fact, about three hours ago.
Enjoy,
Steven
One of my relatives constantly accidentally calls people from her Droid, but she never believes she’s doing it. I think it last happened about a month ago.
A friend was explaining to me how he’d got home and checked the office answering machine, only to hear himself and his staff member having a top secret discussion. We figured out his phone had called the office number while he was in the back room, he’d leaned up against the freezer. During this conversation I noticed my own phone was getting hot in my pocket, I pulled it out to learn from the distressed person on the other end that my phone had called emergency :smack:
Funny story: Years ago, when I was new to the 911 game, we received a 911 open line call from a landline. No one was talking, but we could hear grunting, moaning, and heavy breathing. Sounds like a possible medical, right? We staged an ambulance and sent a cop to the address that came up.
By the time the cop got on scene, the noises coming over the phone had reached a certain rhythmic and enthusiastic height. They stopped abruptly when the officer pounded on the door (we could hear him clearly) and we heard a man and a woman shushing each other. We passed this on to the cop when he radioed in that he wasn’t getting a response. He went and pounded on the door again, yelling that they had an open line to 911 and he wanted to make sure they were ok. The next thing we heard was a horrified “Oh my god!” followed by the phone disconnecting.
Best. Butt-dial. EVER.
Moral of the story: Make sure your cordless phone is not hiding under the covers when you start gettin’ frisky.
I just purse-dialed my daughter yesterday…again. The phone had been untouched in my purse for an hour, which means it had already locked itself. You have to hold down two buttons to get it to unlock, then another series of button pushes to get to my daughter’s number, which was NOT the last number I had dialed. Yet just the act of taking my purse out of the car and setting it on the ground was enough. Luckily, though, this time I heard it ringing and her answering (because it had thoughtfully also pressed speaker, so I could shout into my purse to her to hang on until I actually found the phone.
I’ve been butt posting to friends’ facebook pages lately. Mostly stuff like “QqqqqqyyyyyyyffyytGGGGG.”
Best butt dial I ever did: I was telling someone a story about a going-away party my co-wokers through me when I left my college job at a local hospital. The story included bits about how the young lady who drove me home from the party didn’t see me NOT stagger away from her car, and she accidentally bumped me to the ground with her rear bumper as she was leaving my parking lot.
Somewhere in the middle of this story, I butt dialed a friend, and got his voicemail. The only thing that he could hear in the message were muddled words like “drunk” and “hit” and “car” and “hospital.” He (unsuccessfully) tried to get ahold of me, and when he couldn’t, he started calling our mutual friends. I suddenly got an onslaught of calls from people asking if I was okay and could they do anything for me.
I was boob-dialed the other day by my wife. Yup. Boob-dialed. She didn’t have any pockets and didn’t need her purse. Had to carry the phone somewhere!
Well-trained boobs! Now I know what training bras were for.
My realtor butt dials me every two days, and has done for the past two weeks. I get to hear him taking people I don’t know round strangers’ houses. I haven’t told him, I’m too interested in the mundane details of other people’s houses.
My ex buttdialed me at 330am this morning.
I came tearing out to get the phone, thinking something terrible had happened:
“Hey… hey… where’s that guy? Where’d he go?”
I called his name a few times on the off chance he had his phone anywhere near his ears (he is a butthead, afterall), ended up hanging up.
I was tempted to call him bright and early, asking him WTF, then decided I really didn’t want to talk to him.