Laughing my ass off, uncontrollably...

Tommy called a little while ago — his voice sounded perplexed, at best. 'Did you go back on pain killers?' he ventured. 'No, why?' I asked. 'Well, you left a 6-minute message on my cell earlier — it was just all these muffled noises. Wierd...' I knew I hadn't spoken with him, so logged in to check my billing minutes & the evidence was there. Shit. That's the problem with not locking your cell's keyboard before sticking it in your purse. It's happened before, but I usually catch it. This time I didn't, because I was driving to work with the top down & radio blasting. 'Oh hon,' I tried to explain, 'I guess it was bouncing around in my bag while I was driving & just dialed you, sorry!' He was silent for a moment. 'Well, at least I know what the inside of your purse sounds like now!' he chuckled.

When I related it later — out loud to my girlfriends — we all laughed so hard we almost peed our pants.

Me? This is one of those things that'll end up crossing my mind when I'm sitting at my desk or walking down the street by myself & cause me to burst out laughing — the kind of thing that makes passersby (or your office mates) wonder if you've totally lost it and you feeling like a total arsehole ;]