Things happening in my Pants

Pocket

I’ve been struggling with my running lately, as I tweaked a hamstring playing Racquetball. It is warm here, I wore shorts and a T-shirt to go running in the middle of February. I wanted to get a run in so I could get all the dirty wash started for my trip tomorrow.

Run

For some reason, things started to click today and my hamstring was only a small spot of bother. I usually carry my phone in my jacket pocket, but today I put it in the front pocket of my blue shorts. I went through the 1st mile about a minute per mile quicker than usual. Suddenly, my phone started playing, Having My Baby by Paul Anka. It is a terrible song that I don’t know how it got in my music mix. Apple creates this crap. Later I would find it wasn’t

Apple

I had enough with the Apple algorithm and decided to read a book on tape. A mile later these words reappeared.

You’re havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’ how much you love me
Havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’ what you’re thinkin’ of me
I can see it, your face is glowin’
I can see it in your eyes, I’m happy you know it

Mile Three

At mile marker three, my phone decided to call my son-in-law. I quickly hung up and my mind started racing. My body as well. I nailed that last mile. I was wondering was this a premonition. Are they expecting another baby? Now that I’m down from my endorphin high I put two and two together.

Case Solved

Apparently, when they were expecting their first baby, I texted this song to my son-in-law. I told him it was a really bad song and he agreed. Apparently, I (my pocket) opened his contact. The phone, decided to play the music and call him on the phone.

Poor guy working from home, programming satellites getting random texts from my pocket.