This morning, my phone woke me up. The number was my dad's, so I answered it. But there was only shuffling and distant voices. I hung up and called him back. He seemed surprised to hear from me.
"Did your pants call me again?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah. Sorry."
Every once in a while, my dad's pants call me. He hasn't figured out how to lock his phone, so his pants just call people indiscriminately. Sometimes I'll be with my dad, and we'll hear this faint little "hello? hello?" coming from his pants.
Sometimes his pants leave a ten minute message on my voicemail.