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I'm betting it's hilarious.
9-11 and dispatch calls can be funny as hell. One late night, early morning while doing a transport I was listening to radio calls. Partly to keep me awake and partly to make sure there weren't any deputies between me and the jail-it was late I was speeding. Might not get a ticket, but might get a call from your boss the next morning. I hear a call from dispatch stating there's a report of six naked men walking down the middle of Hwy 101 at the top of Mt. Neah-Kah-Nie. North Oregon coast, really deserted most nights. The next radio transmission I hear is "Dispatch this is 204, I copy. Request a more detailed description of the subjects in question."
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