This is a second-hand account. Only Gary was there, but as you can imagine, he describes things so thoroughly and enthusiastically I feel as if I were.
Gary was walking briskly through the hall at work when his blackberry rang.
"Hello, this is Gary S______."
"What is your emergency?" the voice on the blackberry asked.
"What is your emergency, sir?" said the urgent and somewhat pissed voice.
"I don't know what -"
"You called 911, sir."
"No, I didn't, you called me."
"We couldn't make contact with you, so we returned your call."
Now, Gary's pants have made numerous calls to me using the Blackberry in his pocket. When Gary checked his Blackberry, he found that indeed he had activated some crisis password-bypass 911 dialer on his main screen.
(I was sympathetic when I heard this, because the first year 911 was implemented I accidentally called them. I was in high school at my friend Vanessa's slumber party. We were calling what was essentially an answering machine called "Egg Basket." People could call in with cryptic questions or just listen to the recorded questions. We were calling in with "What does a navel look like from the inside?" on a broken rotary phone. That's why 921-EGGS turned into 911-EGGS and a nice group of police officers showed up at our slumber party. I'm sure they still think we were pranking them.)
Gary explained to the 911 lady about his lonely blackberry making crank calls. She told him not to do it again.
When I heard this story, I thought,"Yeah, good luck, lady. 'Don't do it again.' You're on the pants' speed dial now."
Right now I am fighting the urge to call his Blackberry and say, "Is it safe? Is it SAFE, sir?"