Sometimes when it is really quiet here late at night, and 911 rings, I get all amped up. I have been known to throw my book across the room and yell, "911 WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY" . Then there are calls like this last one.
Me: 911 emergency
Caller: (Panting out of breath) He-is-getting-away!!!!!
Me: Sir, who is getting away? (Thinking, oh this should be a good one, I toss my smut tabloid mag down, sit up straight, adjust my headset, and wait for the unfolding drama)
Caller: I am at Bobson and Julip and he is hiding here, in the backyard, (frantic) I need help.
Me: What city are you in? (My pulse spikes because he is on a cell phone so I only have the cell tower location and I do not recognize the location.)
Caller: I am in (neigboring city)
Me: OK let me get you to the right agency's 911 line
Caller: Hurry!
Me to Other PD: EPD with a cell phone transfer, caller has an emergency at Bobson/Julip, go ahead sir.
Caller: (Panting) I am chasing my cat, and he is getting away!!!!
Not only is that a total adrenaline dump, the other agency thinks I am a complete horses ass. Thanks Mr. Inappropriate-Use-Of-911-Caller-Guy.
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