I'm terrible at checking voicemail. I don't know why… maybe it's because I've moved on so far from something like voice messaging, or maybe it's bad experiences with messages people have left me, but let's put the cards on the table here — I suck at listening to, and acting upon, messages left on an answering machine.
As a result, typically, the motivation I have for listening to messages is someone emailing me and saying, "Hey man, tried to leave you a message, but your mailbox is full!"
Just because I act this way doesn't mean I am proud of it, so after being inundated with messages of this nature this morning, I checked my messages, only to discover that about half of them were phone calls left by someone who dialed me accidentally from their pocket.
At first, I was annoyed by this type of call, but now I have to admit, I kind of like them. They're like a little mystery story. Who is this person? What were they doing when they called? I can hear things in the background. I can hear the rustling of their purse or their pocket. Sometimes, you're even lucky enough to hear snippets of conversation that you shouldn't hear.
Once, I even heard the person who had called me complaining that I never answered the phone! It's like they planted a bug on themselves, just for me! Gold!
As I thought about writing about all this, I thought, "I'm going to be clever and invent a term for it." I thought the perfect term was "pocket call". Good thing I did a search before blogging about my cleverness. Seems the term was invented long ago for this very thing.
Ah well, I will have to satisfy myself with knowing that I am the inventor of the increasingly commonly used term, "Tash cart".