Source Jockey

As the proud owner of the name “Adam”, I tend to be at the top of most people’s address books.  As a result, I get more than my fair share of pocket-dials.  Usually, it’s just the swishing sound of someone’s pocket or purse, but every once in a while, it’s a conversation.  I only listen in long enough to see if they’re talking about me.  Just kidding.  I generally hang up the moment I realize that the person pocket-dialed.  But in the short moments that it takes for me to figure it out.  Once, I heard my uncle talking about a company’s unpublished fiscal information (I didn’t do any insider trading, thank you very much).  Another time, I heard someone talking about her boyfriend.

Today, I heard my dad on the phone.  At first I thought he was actually talking to me!  But alas, he wasn’t.

Lock your phones!

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