Wrong Number

On the way home from work, I got a call on my cell phone from Bj:

Me: Hi!
Bj: You rang?
Me (confused): Um, no...
Bj: Yes, you did. Although all I could hear was your car radio.

It went on like that for a minute, me very confused, because I hadn't even opened my phone — a prerequisite for dialing. Once I hung up, I went back to the "recently dialed" list, and sure enough, there was Bj, preceeded by "2222" and "5222." Seems that when I leaned out of the window at the ATM, and then leaned back, my seatbelt buckle managed to get wedged into the middle of my clamshell-shaped phone, and then proceeded to dial every time I shifted in my seat. Bj's cell phone is... Speed Dial 2.

Thank God I wasn't singing along or cussing out traffic. Or if I was, Bj was gracious enough not to mention it.