Cell-o-drama

It sounds like something that would happen to me. I didn't lock the keys on my phone, and I carried it in the outside pocket of my purse. Slung the purse over my shoulder, and walked around in an unnamed, shameful store. Ok, it was Wal-Mart. (I feel guilty, but I needed paper towels.)

Apparently, my phone has internet capabilities. I didn't know this tidbit prior to this occasion. My bodily swaying clicked on an advertisement for a psychic phone network. It dialed the number. I finally looked down at my phone, and saw that its blue light was illuminating the outer pocket of my purse. I looked at the number last dialed, a phone call that was still in progress.

I immediately hung up. I felt like a Caesar who just missed his soothsayer, but still had to pay her for her trouble. Beware the ides of December.