Your Pants are talking to you

Monday I was wearing my cell phone at work so that the kids could arrange to drop off the graduation tickets.

I thought it was on mute but while I was with a patient it went off. I told the patient I was just gonna ignore it, but as I got up to get a tray, the hem of my shirt caught the phone and flipped it open. I promptly closed it hanging up on the caller.
15 minutes later I checked and it was Sean. He fussed because I hung up on him and I told him what happened. He said it sounds like "your pants are talking to you" story

Many years ago when we lived in Greensboro, before we all had cell phones, and before Sean was driving, I was the Deli Manager at the Food Lion on Battleground. One Sunday Sean took the bus down there to get his haircut and wanted to arrange it so he could drive home with me after work. We had a set of Walkie Talkies so he took one with him across Battleground and I was to call him when I was going home.
I should probably tell you about Battleground Road. Its 8 lanes at that point and the road was aptly named. Every bad driver in Greensboro is driving on that road at all times.
It took him longer to get over there than he thought and he was sitting in the stylists chair when I started calling out to him on the walkie talkie. The stylist said "Your pants are talking to you" and in his teenage awkwardness he replied. "Oh, thats just my mom." The stylist laughed at him "Your Mom is in your pants?" Of course he was embarrased and it was all my fault as usual.