There's a First Time for Everything
This morning at 5:56 a.m., I heard what sounded like a gunshot outside my window. I told myself that it was probably a car back-firing or something (at 5:58, I heard a car drive away), and I didn't see anything when I looked outside, but I had a nagging concern what I heard might have been something really bad. So, after deliberating about five minutes about whether I was being stupid, I went ahead and called 911 to report what I had heard.My cell phone background turned a color I had never seen before (pink), and the words "Emergency Call" flashed across the LCD screen. After a brief conference with the 911 operator (which brought back many a memory from watching "Rescue 911" during my childhood), he assured me that they would send a police officer to make sure that everything was okay. I don't think I was ever scared, but I did have an odd sort of adrenaline rush during the whole thing.Who knew Alabama would be so exciting?
Finally! Someone else who grew up watching William Shatner and Rescue 911.
Posted by
Lindsey |
4:38 PM
So how did it turn out? Was it a Mafia hit or anything?
Posted by
Eric |
2:05 PM
I never heard anything else. So, I suppose that it could have been a Mafia hit. Or a drug deal gone bad. Or a car back-firing.
Posted by
Jacob |
4:47 PM