More on point, I started having this phone call problem as soon as I upgraded from my old flip phone, long before I knew it was a common enough phenomenon to have a name. Or more precisely, my son Aaron had the problem because the phone would dial the first name on my contacts list (easy fix: added a dummy contact “aaa” to my contacts list)

Scott #17, I constantly put my work cell in my back pocket when I leave my desk. No dust. My tushy’s too cushy for that.

What gets me is that this is just so out of character for Jeremey’s dad. So is tomorrow’s Zits strip going to feature Mom and Dad sitting at the breakfast table cooking up something in a spoon held over a candle??

Madam of a house of ill repute answers the doorbell, opens the door and looks around, finally looks down and sees a man with no arms and no legs sitting on the welcome mat. “Carry me in, I need some action,” he says. She furrows her brow and asks, “You sure you got what it takes for this place, buddy?” He says, “I rang the doorbell, didn’t I?”