Tuesday, May 18, 2010

When it’s Not Okay to call 911

*  Someone breaks into a dance move that is so horrible it should be illegal – Don’t Call, just avert your eyes.  I do it all the time when watching my kids, because I don’t want to burst out laughing, snorting or hee-hawing at them and ruin their self esteem.

*  Someone attacks the sensibility of your brain with their lack of fashion sense (An often occurrence around here).  - Don’t call.  I know the fashion police might be real in TV land but they don’t have an office at your local police station.

*  See an out of control fire in your fire pit that’s being fueled by a teenage boy and a couple of gallons of gasoline.  This is a gray area folks.  If the fire is close to consuming the teenager then you might want to call.  If not, and the fire is stupid high but not really a danger. – Ugh, this is hard but there’s not a office for Stupidity at the local police station either.

*  Have a Nightmare – Don’t Call – Trust me.  I’m speaking from experience here.

So our friendly neighborhood patrolman stopped by our home as we were screaming verbally directing the kids for the umpteenth time to get their tails into bed.  Apparently someone had called 911 from our house.

But Who?  Any Why?

We lined up all the registered cell phones in the house and checked the call history on all of them. – No 911 calls.

Then we checked Dad’s old cell phone that was next to the bed where little Hope was laying.  BINGO.  Even though it had no Sim card in it – apparently it was still able to make that emergency phone call.

So after lining up our half dozen bedtime delinquents in their various states of (probably fashion illegal) nightwear, and having little Hope admit to playing with Dad’s old cell phone the officer was appeased enough not to issue anything other than a smirk and a warning for Miss Hope about when not to call 911.  Apparently being scared by a person who threatens you  and your safety is reason enough, but being scared out of your pants because of a nightmare, well, that doesn’t count.

Now, after getting Hope to swear on my grave, not to call 911 if she has another nightmare,  I’m going to go take my red face and hide it under a pillow.

Spring 1194

8 comments:

utmomof 5 said...

I bet that police man laughed so hard when he got back to his car!! That is pretty dang funny, I never ever called the operator when I was a kid (remember when you could do that?) I also never called her and called her an ugly pig because my older brothers dared me too, nope never did that.

Lisa Olander said...

When you make it to Hope's 18th birthday.....we need to celebrate! I love this post. I agree, the policeman was probably laughing all the way back to the station. Lesson....Hope will be way more mischievious than all your boys combined...in her own innocent way! hee hee

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

This was SO funny! I'm glad you've kept your sense of humor:)

laterg8r said...

sooo funny - poor hope :D

Trena Doll said...

Ha. Recently heard the following quote, it seems to apply here: "Bad decisions make good stories." :P

Natalie said...

Don't feel so embarrassed- my little brother called 911 from my dad's cell a couple times. Just tell Hope that if she has a nightmare, she should "call" her parents- not 911. Tell her that 911 is for big emergencies, and nightmares are too small for 911 but just big enough for family comfort.

Even though you're embarrassed... this is still funny.

Arrow said...

Hilarious!

cking said...

hahahaha. Funny.
At work a few months ago, I got a call from the police saying somebody at this number had called 911. Hmmmm, Turns out the 4 yr old daughter of one of the ladies in the office had gotten to the phone in her office and dialed 911 at some point. She (the mother) was a bit embarrassed:)