A few weeks ago at the mechanics I was putting stuff in my car when my phone rang. The screen told me it was “Grandma Evelyn” who died a couple years ago. Now I know logically that there was a non-psychic explanation, but when you answer a call like that, part of you really wonders what to expect. They were calling me back. “Are you a nursing home in California? Sorry, I still had her programmed in my phone all these years and I must have butt-dialed it.”
Since then, I have become familiar with the “Lock” feature on my phone.