Call 911

So I was just sitting on the couch chilling out when I heard a series of thumping noises. I got up and noticed the driveway flood light was on. Various critters trip it all the time so I was figuring that was the noise. Thought some deer got spooked by the flood light and was banging into stuff trying to get to the woods. Looked out the window and saw some guy sitting on the ground next to my garage holding his ankle.
Long story short, he was at a neighbor's house and for some reason decided to jump our fence (wouldn't tell me why, didn't press the issue... he was a big dude) and landed wrong on the wet grass. Probably broke his leg. Asked him if he wanted an ambulance and he said yes.
Ambulance took him off and I asked one of the cops to hang out for a minute while I checked the outside of the house. Nothing broken fortunately. Guess he didn't want to tell the cops why he jumped the fence either. Heard over the radio he had a couple "bad check" type warrants.

That was actually the first time I've ever called 911.

Any other 911 stories?

 

I was woken up by some rustling in my living room. It sounded like someone was putting things in a plastic bag. Being how I was the only one home I became so scared that I couldnt move. After mentally calling myself a bitch several times I worked up the nerve to call the cops. Once they arrived they cleared the house but found no one. Found out the next morning that my roommate was actually home and was packing the PS2 to bring to a friends house. Asshole.

 

I have, but not because I dialed 911. Stupid rural dispatching gives you the same operators when you dial the local number for the police as when you call 911. Apparently they can't tell which number you dialed to get there, either. Really annoys me because they answer the phone in the same way which makes me feel obligated to tell them to relax, nobody is going to die (probably).

Anyway, mostly stupid shit - drunk college kids playing in traffic or having a party loud enough to wake my kid more than a block away. Being the person behind a car accident - Actually now I've remembered something I forgot.

On the way to a rugby match one time the lead car got pushed by a merging car into a tractor trailer, which then spun, slammed into the median head first, spun some more and landed on it's roof in the grass in the middle of an exit ramp. I was in the passenger seat in the car behind them, scariest thing I've ever seen. Everybody was ok, but with the huge freakout, losing six of our starters and having no time to prepare due to being almost an hour late - we got thumped that game.

 

Many times, neighbor tried to break in my apt while I was in bed, grandson was kidnapped (custodial interference thing) by the baby daddy, witnessed a number of assaults, accidents, been mugged, etc. I've got some stories...

 

I taught my son, when he was young, to dial 911 in the event of an emergency. I was always afraid something would happen to me, his primary care-giver, and he'd be left alone. I put it in my speed dial and one night he was in the kitchen messing w the tellie. He moved on to other things and the phone rang, so I answered it. The caller said "911, what is your emergency, we are calling you back?" ....."Oh, Geeeez! My son called accidentally, it was a false alarm. I am very, very sorry to bother you. You don't need to come out, okay????"

5 minutes later a cop is at my door. He told me that they have to come out to you, in the event that you are in an actual emergency and have to lie if, for instance, a gun is being held to your skull.

The scarriest part was my imaginings of what the neighbors were thinking.

Bitches.

 

A few years ago I was living with the then-girlfriend in a small apartment. While the building itself was well maintained, some of the neighbors were damaged. On three separate occasions either she or I called the state police due to domestic violence incidents going on with the couple who shared a bedroom wall with us.

One night I awoke to red and blue lights flashing in the parking lot. I rubbernecked from our bedroom window long enough to watch two officers stuff him into the back of a cruiser while wearing nothing but tightie whities.

Every time it happened someone would stay behind to advise her about restraining orders and getting away from him, but she always took him back.