Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: today when i got home from work i got a call from my girlfriend, who was out shopping. when i get home is when i usually feed our cats, so i was a bit distracted trying to do two things at once.  i answered her question (what size is our bed), then hung up the phone, locked the screen (important part), and put it in my pocket.

a few minutes later i get a phone call from "countyyukilivesin dispatch", which is a bit odd.  i answer and find a 911 dispatcher asking me if i called 911, which as far as i know i didn't. then i check my phone and find out that somehow, through some fluke motion of my keys in my pocket, i managed to hit the "emergency call" button on the front screen followed by the dial button.  thanks, phone.  thanks a ton.

anyway, the dispatcher asks me to confirm my name and that i'm okay, which i do.  of course she also asks for my address, which i know is going to mean a visit from the cops so they can check things out.  joy.  ah well, it's not like not telling them would really solve anything, since they'd just look up the info on their own and get kinda suspicious in the process, so i tell them my address and wait.  sure enough, about 15 minutes later a sheriff's suv rolls up and a deputy gets out.

i go to the door and greet him, let him know what happened and that yes i am in fact okay and no i'm not being held hostage.  that goes well, but then he asks to speak to anyone else in the house, namely my mom who he can see through one of the front windows.  i tell him she might take a bit since she has mobility issues, so he asks if he can come inside.  i'm seriously, seriously not comfortable with that (short version: cops are like the legal consequences version of vampires) but i'm also seriously, seriously wanting to get this crap done so i can go about my day, so after a moment i let him in. 

fortunately he was very low-key, just stayed there in the entryway watching my mom make her way to him, then asked her nicely if she was okay and if she was indeed not being held hostage, etc.  she of course says she's fine, so i think great, this is done, my life can go on.  then he mentions that he's never been called to this house before so he's sure everything is fine.  that's when my mom decides she needs to correct him and tell a long-winded anecdote in the same thought, so she tells him about how nearly a decade ago they had to call a deputy out to talk to my little brother about cutting himself to fit in and how it was phenomenally dumb.  then that leads to her talking about how he's my "little" brother despite being taller than me, then to random facts about the current sheriff, then on and on and on.

the whole time she's talking i am doing my best to silently indicate she needs to stop talking so this nice deputy can leave, but she just barrels on over me.  the conversation is very quickly becoming uncomfortably one-sided and awkward, and partway through i realize that my awkward discomfort is making me kinda twitchy, which might make me look like i'm on meth or something (what can i say, cop-standing-a-foot-away-from-you logic).  then i spend the entire rest of mom's rambling monologue paranoid and obsessing over my every motion. "jesus, stop scratching your face, he's going to think you're tweaking.  put your arms at your sides-- no, casually at your sides. okay, wait, now that looks like you're coming on to him.  fuck it, just cross your arms... wait that makes you look grumpy, hook them in your pockets and-- shit have you been staring at him the whole time?! look somewhere else! okay, good, eyes wandering shit not his gun shit stop scratching, arms casual again, and wait have you been holding your breath?  breath normally!"

eventually the deputy had to actually say "okay, i have other calls, i need to go now," and made his exit, whereupon i was finally able to scratch every itch i'd been avoiding touching and breathe like a normal human being.

TIFU by putting my phone in my pocket