The 911 Call

Ooo boy, Gerald might not like me sharing this but it is so funny. So if you are out there honey, don't get mad. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you.

Sunday morning at 7:30 AM I am still in bed, but Gerald is peeking out the window at a young man that walked up to the neighbor's truck and appeared to be staring in the window. When the young man walks over to the next house and does the same thing, Gerald decides something is fishy and calls 911 to report a suspicious person. As Gerald is on the phone he decides to go outside and check him out a bit more. Now picture this, Gerald is in his pajamas (and you would laugh at just seeing them). He is out in the driveway peeking around his pickup truck and talking to the 911 dispatcher. (Can you say "Mrs. Cravitz" -those of you who watched Bewitched will understand this).

All of a sudden Gerald was startled as he heard someone behind him. He turned around and there stood this young Mennonite girl holding her hand out to shake hands with him. He shook hands with her, took the tract she was handing out and she walked away. Meanwhile the 911 dispatcher is confused, Gerald says, "It was the Mennonites handing out tracts." I bet the dispatcher was rolling on the floor laughing.

Okay, just to be fair and not pick on Gerald I also have a 911 call to share. One night Gerald was gone overnight somewhere. I have a routine where I make sure all the doors are locked and I am safe. I had just fallen asleep - it was around 11 pm. All of a sudden I woke up because I heard someone opening up one of my doors. Rocky started to bark and I freaked out. Not sure what to do, I laid there for a minute. I was scared crapless. I decided to grab the flashlight and check things out. I left the lights off and started to walk through the dark house. When I turned the flashlight on, it was one of those newfangled do-hickies and it began to flash on and off bright red. I am panicking because I am trying to hide in case someone is in the house. I decided to call 911. The dispatcher sent a squad on the way, while on the phone with the dispatcher, I was sneaking around in the house trying to see anything. A bit later I saw the police drive past the house and up the road. He turned around and parked a bit down the road. Curious I decided I would open the front door and see what he was doing. In the meantime I am still chatting with the dispatcher. When I opened the front door, the weekly advertising newspaper fell to my feet. I was so embarrassed. I said to the dispatcher, it must have been the newspaper lady delivering the paper. Oops! The cop comes and talks to me and I felt like a total idiot!
Can you imagine what those dispatchers must hear from time to time.