The Butt Dial All Husbands Should Avoid
My husband is a builder. He has been in the building industry in one form or another for almost 30 years. He built the house we are in, and many others in Bozeman. He does beautiful work, and takes a lot of pride in what he does. He is also a wonderful, respectful husband and father.
He is also a pig. How do I know this? He butt dialed me the other day, while in the truck with a couple of guys he works with. I have always wondered what he and his builder buddies talk about on the site, so I decided to stay on the line. I can’t tell you the story I heard, it’s not safe for young ears. I will tell you this, my husband is the one who told it, and it was regarding his days before I came along, and an experience with a woman. I’m sure you get the point.
I heard the story, then several moments of silence.
I answered, “hello.”
He said, “I must have butt dialed you.”
I replied, “yes, you did.”
Him, “what are you doing?”.
Me, “just listening to your super fun story you just told.”
Car full of laughter.
I told him he was a pig, and then told him I loved him and would see him for dinner.
Apparently, after I hung up, the guys asked why I would hang on the phone after I got butt dialed instead of just hanging up. Mike told them they don’t know me very well. He said I have a news background, and am generally a very nosy person. That is true. Also, I have always wanted to be a fly on the wall when “the guys” are talking. Turns out, I was a fly that landed in a pile of poop.
I do love that the entire way home, they sat in silence trying to figure out if they said anything incriminating.
I don’t have any desire to know what men talk about any more. Although, next time he butt dials me, and he does alot, I will probably still listen in. It’s my nature.
Let this serve as a warning to all you men out there…we are listening, and we know EVERYTHING!