Whenever I get into my car, I have a tendency to take the phone out of my pocket so that I can charge it while I drive. This seems perfectly practical, yet on one recent day I decided to keep my phone in my pocket. Maybe I had already charged it, but in my pocket, it stayed.
It was a 10 minute drive to my destination. I parked, opened the car door, got out, and the first thing I did was take my phone out to check the time. (21st Century males don't wear watches, they check their data phones.)
When I turned the phone's screen on, a strange thing revealed itself to me.
If you know what "pocket dialing" or "butt dialing" means, you know what direction this is heading because I noticed my phone was not at the main screen. Instead, an internet browser had been opened up.
Now, I know that my pocket is an avid news junkie, so this did not surprise me. What did surprise me was the piece of information my pocket needed.
In the browser, my pocket had apparently opened up a Google search for a word. The results were all there, and staring back at me was the word my pocket was so desperate to learn.
That word was "poop."
Yes, in my ten-minute drive to my destination, my pocket opened up a browser, typed the letters P-O-O-P, and then hit the search button.
Why my pocket needed to know the definition of the word "poop" is now a mystery I am currently investigating. Until I learn the facts, I have told my pocket to lay off the Internets. I don't know if he got the point because after I said that, shortly thereafter, I saw Google searches on my phone for the words "abduction" and "phone liberation front."
I have a feeling my pocket is plotting against me. It may be time to buy new pairs of jeans.
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