#1

Got a call close to midnight a few years back from a number I didn't know and I picked up to say hello. I instantly heard on the other line "That jerk didn't pick up his phone." I said hello again, but there was no response - whoever called me had placed his phone in his pocket, assuming the call was over, me still on the line. I was about to hang up, thinking it a wrong number when I distinctly heard from another voice "Well if [AlphaRedditor] didn't pick up, it means he's asleep."
So, clearly someone there knows who I am. I decide to listen in a bit. What I heard over the course of the next 10 minutes brought my blood to a boil. They began to talk in great detail about robbing my apartment - they had ski masks, a baseball bat, and a fake weapon. I was right there, sitting in my apartment, listening as they went through a play-by-play of what was to happen within the next hour and I still had no idea who the hell these guys were.
I placed my cell on mute and walked to my neighbors, who I knew. Calmly, I told them what was up and they called the cops while I continued to eavesdrop. They knew where we hid the spare key. They knew where I kept some cash. Clearly these f***s had some inside knowledge.
Cops got there within five minutes and they decided it would be best to wait in my apartment as I fed them information on what the suspects were up to (stopped by a gas station for a soda, gotta rob while hydrated). Finally, it was apparent they were in my neighborhood and the cops turned off the lights and took their place.
I watched from my neighbors window as two men dressed in black proceeded to take my hidden key (in a hollow rock) and quietly open the back door. They were in it for all of 10 seconds when the lights came on and cops were screaming at them with weapons pointed to get down. Busted.
Come to find out what happened was my roommate's d*****d up cousin had decided to rob me while he was out of town. They decided to call me with an unfamiliar number to make sure I wasn't awake. Worst and best accidental call.
#2

The speakers piped up, "probably not with the button you just pressed.".
#3

I get out of the theater to a huge list of missed calls. I made contact with them right before they attempted to contact the police.
The blood-curdling screams were apparently concerning.
It would be difficult to top two men in Monroe, North Carolina, who butt-dialed 911 while actively committing a burglary. At 3:30 am, a dispatcher picked up what they initially assumed was a distress call, only to gradually realise that the two people on the other end were having a detailed conversation about which items would be most useful to steal. The dispatcher sent officers to the location.
The burglars, blissfully unaware that this was happening, continued their product assessment. The moment the story tips from merely funny into genuinely poetic is when one of the men can be heard saying: "The police are coming. We've got to get out of here." He was correct. When investigators later spoke to him, they confirmed that his phone had been in his pocket and an emergency button had been hit accidentally.
"Clearly it was a mistake," said Monroe Police Lt. Steve Morton. "He wasn't happy." The men had loaded approximately $12,000 worth of metal construction beams into a vehicle before the situation resolved itself. After both men were arrested, one of them called the police department to request that they remove the Facebook post about the arrest because it was, in his assessment, too embarrassing.
#4

"[Friend's name] can you hear me?! He's not breathing!..."
And so on.
#5

**TL;DR Boss thought I called him a 'pretentious a*****e that should f**k off and d*e before telling me what to do', almost lost my job before it started**.
#6

On this particular day I am at the local college counseling center with my mom because I had just received a scholarship to take a college course over the summer. While talking to the counselor I can feel my phone buzzing for what seemed like 20 minutes. On our way back to the car I pull out my phone, 15 missed calls, it was the girlfriend. My mom pulls out her phone and says "What the hell? 10 missed calls!" I knew they were from the gf as well so I said "yeah it's crazy girl at it again hahah". My mom gets this look of horror as I'm laughing it up, apparently she was still calling and my mom accidentally answered while we were talking.
I grudgingly take the phone, accepting my fate, and this is what transpired:
me: Hello?
C.G.: What did you call me?
me: Umm what?
C.G.: where you calling me crazy girl?!? TO YOUR MOTHER?!
me: What?? No I would never call you that. I was talking about my sister, shes freaking out right now.
It's at this point in my life where I figured out how great of a mom I have. She starts pretending to be my little sister in the background throwing a fit. Now I don't know if she actually bought that story or she just decided to spare me that day but I told her that I had to go and would call her later and she never brought it up again.
tldr: I shouldn't be alive.
Larry Barnett, 68, allegedly butt-dialed the exact person he was in the process of plotting to unalive, inadvertently giving his intended victim a ninety-minute front-row seat to the entire plan. The victim, who figured out relatively quickly that he was listening to a live discussion about his own end, stayed on the call and heard everything.
He also heard Barnett allegedly directing a third party to his home with the instruction: "I don't care if you have to burn his house to the ground with him in it. I don't care what you have to do, make it look like an accident." The victim contacted police, who were dispatched to his home and found it had already been burglarized, with the gas stove deliberately tampered with.
The call hadn't been idle talk. Barnett was arrested and charged, with the accidental phone call serving as a fairly significant piece of evidence against him. Of all the things a pocket dial has ever accidentally exposed, an active plot being transmitted directly to the intended victim is the most dramatic possible outcome.
#7

I had completely lost track of time and ended up drinking 'til 7:30 in the morning. Needless to say, I was nowhere near sober when I woke up thirty minutes before I needed to be sitting at my desk.
I attempted to call in sick, but it went straight to voicemail. I promptly hung up, and put my phone in my pocket and started drunkenly talking with my friends. Later, I noticed my phone had called my boss again, this time leaving a message of my drunken bantering.
I'm still not sure if she heard anything audibly through my pocket. All she said the next time I saw her was, "It's okay. I was a 23 year-old girl once."
**TL;DR: Drunk pocket dialed my boss 30 minutes before work.**
**EDIT: Formatting**.
#8

Found out she had cheated on me that night because she proceeded to tell her sister and a few friends about her fun evening while in line at a McD's drive-thru.
Best part: I didn't answer because I was asleep so it was a saved voicemail. I kept it and played the waiting game. She pretended it never happened. She wasn't going to own up to it.
A week or so later, I played the voicemail on speakerphone for her. Hilarity ensued.
By hilarity, I mean days of arguing. She tried to deny it. She tried to pretend it was a joke perpetuated by her sister. Her sister wasn't a fan of me and I didn't like her fat-a*s either.
After a while, I got sick of dealing with it and dropped her sorry a*s, moved out and eventually met the lady who is now my fiancee.
Worked out for the better!
#9

I dialed for him, but she didn't answer and I thought I hung up when it went to voicemail. Sadly I didn't hang up, and had my phone in my lap while my whole extended family berated my dad's gf for making our dog spoiled and sick and how she was probably going to end him inadvertently.
This was all in a message on her phone, of which she heard everything. It was hard to gain her trust after this because at that point she assumed we all hated her. Apologies were exchanged and now things are ok, but that was terrible.
Somewhere between 30% and 50% of all mobile emergency calls in the United States are accidental. In San Francisco, 30% of cell phone 911 calls are pocket dials. In New York City, that figure climbs to an estimated 50%. FCC Commissioner Michael O'Reilly calculated that this adds up to approximately 84 million accidental 911 calls every single year in the United States.
Handlers spend an average of one minute and fourteen seconds on each accidental call, verifying whether an actual emergency exists before they can move on. Silent connections have to be investigated. Numbers have to be called back. Every minute spent confirming that someone's phone accidentally called from inside a gym bag is a minute not spent responding to something real.
"It raises the cost of providing 911 services, depletes morale, and increases the risk that legitimate 911 calls and first responders will be delayed," Commissioner O'Reilly wrote. Among 84 million accidental calls a year, the ones that matter are in there somewhere. The job, exhaustingly, is finding them.
#10

My phone had pocket-dialed 9-1-1. I only realised when I heard a muffled voice interrupting me while I sang "I'm a little tea-pot" in the style of a N**i SS officer...
EDIT: I accidentally a grammar.
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#12

Given that 84 million accidental calls happen every year, you should know what you are supposed to do if your pocket beats you to it. The first thing to understand is that accidentally dialling emergency services is not a crime. A rogue pocket is not prosecutable. You are not in trouble. Take a breath.
What you should do is stay on the line. The instinct when you realise what's happened is to hang up immediately, which is actually the worst possible response because a sudden silent disconnection is exactly what prompts dispatchers to send officers to your location to investigate. Instead, speak to the operator, tell them clearly it was an accidental call, and confirm that you are safe.
If you do hang up before you get the chance to explain and the emergency services call you back, answer it immediately. A callback from 911 that goes unanswered is treated as a potential emergency, which means the alternative to picking up the phone is a very unnecessary visit from first responders who have considerably better things to do with their afternoon.
#13

I'm sure they listened for a while as I played Xbox very vocally.
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#15

The one that made him famous was singing along to "Margaritaville." We called him "Parrothead" for months.
The good news is that pocket dials are almost entirely preventable with a few simple adjustments. Manually locking your screen before pocketing your phone is the most obvious and most ignored solution. Shortening your auto-lock time means that even if you forget, the window for accidental chaos closes faster. And if you're on an iPhone, disabling "Raise to Wake" is key.
The physical logistics matter too. Keeping your screen facing outward rather than against your body reduces contact with the display, and avoiding back pockets entirely removes the single most pressure-prone location a phone can occupy on a human being. The back pocket is essentially a pocket dial waiting to happen.
The pocket dial is, in most cases, a minor embarrassment that resolves itself quickly and becomes a story you tell at dinner. In some cases, it is the specific mechanism by which something much larger gets accidentally handed to exactly the wrong person at exactly the right moment. Lock your phone. Check your contacts before you vent. And maybe save the gossip for your next face-to-face meeting.
#16

After the initial reptile-brain anger when I realized what I was listening to, I quickly noticed something - how quiet it was. Only an occasional grunt and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
Forget about jealousy. M**********r wasn't hittin' it right! If you're going to pocket dial me during s*x, of all emotions it shouldn't elicit pity. At least sound like you're having fun!
#17

I was horrified I had left a long voice mail recording every audible noise of our escapade, but it turns out that the call was disconnected, and it was just a phone glitch. Never been so thankful in my life...
#18

A relatively fresh ex of mine was a kinda quiet guy, one would even say modest, and a bit shy as well. He was out with his friends one night, and as it was getting late, he called to say he'd be staying over at their place. He was very sweet as usual, so we said our good nights and agreed to meet the next afternoon.
Thinking he had hung up, he went on talking to his friends, but it was like listening to a completely different person. He was outspoken, very direct and nothing like the shy little boy I took him for: I was listening in to an A-male at its best! His friends asked who he was talking to, and soon he proceeded to describe to them our s*x life... and let me tell you, he exaggerated A LOT about it (still, he gave me lots of good credit, so points for that). He described situations and positions we never did, and all with such fierceness and lust that I had trouble believing he was talking about me (the repetition of my name and some other details though reassured me).
The interesting thing was, I was ALL UP FOR IT ALL. Had he suggested *any* of the things he described, I'd have excitedly agreed to them. The good thing that came out of it was, I now knew what he was into, and drew it out of him over the next couple of weeks. I figured, if he's to share what we do with his friends, I'll give him something to talk about, and he might as well be accurate about it.
**tl;dr Overheard boyfriend describing fantasy s*x to his friends, made it reality.**.
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#20

Friend: Dad??
Her dad: Yes??
Friend: What all did you hear?
Her dad: Enough. Be safe.
He promptly hung up.
He has passed away since then, but we always talk about that story when we think of him.


