Accidental butt-dial brings SWAT team to school

A man who works in a school claims the cell phone in his pocket was too close to his bottom and ends up calling his last-dialed number, his wife's. His wife hears gangster-like words and calls the police.

Chris Matyszczyk
2 min read

I want you to consider very carefully where you keep your cell phone.

It seems, you see, that an Illinois man whose choice it was to keep his cell phone in his back pocket, made himself to appear something of a butthead, when a SWAT team came to call.

The Chicago Tribune has no end of delight in offering that this gentleman, who surprisingly remains anonymous, made an accidental call to his wife.

Or rather his bottom did, as it rolled over the phone in his back pocket and depressed the key for the last number dialed.

This, so popularly called a butt-dial, usually offers garbled, echoing conversation that is not intended for the callee.

This is not a good pocket for your cell phone. CC CarbonNYC/Flickr

However, in this case, the wife thought some trouble was afoot. So she dialed the police, concerned for her husband's life--or at least, who knows, his life insurance policy.

The Tribune records the words of Mark Friedman, interim co-superintendent of Winnetka Public Schools, District 36 (I'll fill in the school's role shortly): "He was listening to music and he had, I don't know, hip-hop...or music like that, where there were lyrics that were gangster-like."

It seems that the husband was actually in his car, driving home, and perfecting his groove via the radio. His wife assumed that he was still at his office, which happens to abut the Carleton Washburne school. She thought that, perhaps, her husband had been kidnapped by, say, 50 Cent, gagged, tied to a chair and was about to have his throat turned to soup.

Given the city's graceful history, police in the Chicago area always take gangsters seriously. Even if they are gangstas. So they sent a 30-man SWAT team to confront 50 Cent. At the school.

One can only imagine how endearing the conversations among the police, the wife, the husband, the school, the children, and pretty much anyone in the Chicago area with a sense of humor, might have been.

I fear, however, that the poor husband may now be forced to attach his cell phone to his belt at the hip. That, to me, is truly a look I would sent a SWAT team out to deal with.