So a little bit ago, I was telling my wife a story. The story I was telling her was that many moons ago, back when I was young college bachelor with a roommate, I came home from class, walked into the living room, and saw my roommate sitting in front of a TV that was turned off with no shirt on and a blanket wrapped around his legs. I walked through the living room to my bedroom, put my bookbag down and walked back through the living room to the kitchen to get a drink. As I got my drink, I said to my roomate "Don't worry, I'll be in my room for awhile with the TV on, so you can finish", to which he laughed and said "Thanks!"
It was at this point in the narrative that I heard a very quiet voice that wasn't either mine or my wife's. I looked down at my cell phone and saw the words "Mom Cell" on my phone right next to a ticking counter that was up to thirty-three seconds. So yes, apparently, I somehow butt-dialed my mother while telling a story about the time I walked in on my roommate masturbating.
people wouldn't have been nearly as cool about walking in on their roommate masturbating