The phone rings.
On the other end of the line it,
The phone rings again.
"This is Mary from the Provo Police Dept, you just called 9-1-1"
"Sorry it was an accident."
I wonder how often they hear that excuse.
"How'd that happen?"
Wow the lady sounds shocked. Maybe they don't hear that all that often.
"Oh well there is a button on my phone...."
After further explanation they took my name, my address, and left it at that.
20 min later. Literally
Phone Screen: Mom Calling
Well there are two police officers here.
Awesome. They sent someone to my house. This is just great.
"Yes Mom, I'm fine, it was an accident."
Mom on the other end of the phone: "Oh, it's okay it was just an accident"
Husky police man's voice on the other end of the line: "She was in an accident. Where at? We can send a car out there, if that's necessary."
Mom: "Oh no, pressing the button was an accident. Sorry, yeah, she is on her way home now"
Mom to Me: "It's fine. See you when you get home."
Mom when I get home....the lady said you sounded distressed, so they sent a police car.
Great, glad the dispatcher cares. I thought these things only happened in movies.
The Morals of this Story:
Don't call "9-1-1" on accident.
The Police Dept. does care about you.
Lock your phone.
Don't sound sad, or they'll send someone after you.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.