Does it say more about me or my waistline that I’ve been butt-dialing a lot lately?
I received a text message from a friend last night. I responded, and went to bed. This morning I got dressed, slapped my phone to the belt holster and went out to start the car. After I started the car, I came inside and was getting my breakfast together, when I received a text message:
“Good morning u done 3 butt calls this morning”
I had to respond:
“Sorry about that… At least you know that part of me is thinking about you!”
Part of the problem is the crappy design of my phone – a Motorola Q. All of the business buttons are raised and exposed to whatever I happen to bump into.
But here’s the thing… a couple months ago, my butt-dialing escapades were much more infrequent.
I’m becoming a wide-body.
Now for those of you who have met me, I will concede that I was already a bit of a wide-body… but I had made some progress and lost quite a bit of weight.
I’ve been slacking lately.
(there, I said it)
I need to get back to the gym… and not just to stop my rampant butt-dialing.
But on the other hand… isn’t it nice to know that you’re number one in my phone? You’re the last number dialed? Your text message was the last one I received? And when strapped on the seatbelt this morning, and the phone pressed against the buckle, it redialed your number.
See? I was thinking of you… or at least, you were foremost in the mind of my PDA.
Hope I didn’t wake you up!