so i used to have a samsung phone... i'll try and find a picture. mine wasn't plum though. i locked the keypad, but it can still dial emergency (your phone will call 911 even if the keypad is locked, in case of a real emergency & you hit 112) well, back then, i didn't know this. my phone used to be in my purse & it would dial 911 on occasion. i was always baffled as to how this happened, cause i had locked keypad set to kick in after 10 seconds of non usage. anyway, last september, heidi & i drove cross country & took the kids to chicago. we saw the city, we saw my parents & I made a complete fool of myself, many many times. nothing new. here's what happened... i was trying to connect with my friend, kristin. Kristin is one of my chicago friends & still has a lovely thick chicago accent. so, my dad had to work on this particular day & we went to meet him for lunch. while driving there, my phone rings. its a local number, one that i don't recognize. I assume its kristin. Kristin says, "mam, your phone has been calling the hoffman estates emergency number, is there an emergency?" hayley says, "hell yeah there's an emergency. i'm hungry and on my way to taco bell! kristin what are you doing?" Kristin says, "mam - this isn't kristin, this is the hoffman estates police department... is there an emergency?" Hayley says, "whatever kristin, you're such a nerd!" i hang up. i get a few strange looks from my parents & sister in the car & proceed to laugh and tell everyone what a big nerd kristin is. so - i wait for her to call back. she doesn't. so i call the number back... "hoffman estates emergency, how may i help you?" ***all of a sudden, i feel incredibly dense. it kinda sinks in. "is kristin there?" (gulp) the same lady kinda chuckles and says "mam, this isn't kristin. this really is the emergency line. do you need help?" i am sure i turned red with embarrassment. how do i now proceed to tell the lady that i need more help than she can offer... oh dear. have no fear, fellow bloggers - emergency was taken care of with a few tacos.
the reason why i remembered this story just now, is cause my dad's blackberry (new work cell) just called me... i can hear talking/noise, but he's not answering. i'm thinking "great, my dad's dying on the other end & he calls me. what the hell can i do for him now?" so i hang up and call that number back. voice mail. so i call the house & my mom answers - i say in a fright "where's dad?" she says "he's laying on the couch watching a movie, why?" i said "he needs to learn to lock his keypad" she says "honey - are you going to taco bell?" goodnight nurse!!!
also - i got a new phone. a slider. i was sick of making an idiot of myself. like i need any help!