Calling 911

While driving alone in the car the other day, my phone rang and I answered it. "Hello", I said. The unfamiliar voice identified herself with the state police and asked, "Are you alright, is everything alright? We received a 911 call from this number." Flabbergasted yet sure this wasn't a prank, I responded, "Gee, I don't know how that happened. I'm sorry. I'm fine, every one's fine." The call ended cordially and the caller was so nice that I didn't even feel guilty. But after I hung up, I looked at the display on the phone and read the words, emergency mode activated. So that was it. Who knew I even had an emergency mode on my phone, and God help me should I ever need to activate it. Oops! The next thing I did was laugh out loud as it occurred to me that I had butt-dialed 911. That's right, the phone was in my rear pocket while I was driving. I laughed harder when I thought that I had just birthed song lyrics. "I butt-dialed 911" could so readily echo the flippancy and begrudgingly likable melody of "I kissed a girl and I liked it".