Somehow, I've managed to pocket-dial 911, and a message advises me that it's counting down to phoning my emergency contacts -- which include elder daughter in London, where it's currently just before dawn: 5-4-3... I hit the "cancel" button in a whirl of adrenaline and bafflement.
A couple of moments later, my phone rings, and a cheerful voice asks me if I'm okay, and would I please identify myself and my location. I'm still so flustered that it takes a second for me to recall where I am. I explain what happened and she laughs, saying it happens all the time.
It does??
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