DISPATCHER: Metro 911, what's the address of the emergency?
WOMAN: I'm locked in my car, my battery's shut down—
DISPATCHER: You're locked in your car.
WOMAN: Yes, I can't . . . my power's shut down on my car.
DISPATCHER: Uh, huh.
WOMAN: And I'm starting to hyperventilate. I'm starting to freak out!
DISPATCHER: Now ma'am, you think your battery died?
WOMAN: Yeahhhhh.
DISPATCHER: So, okay, and you tried the handle, right? It won't let you out that way?
WOMAN: No, ma'am, it won't let me do anything, and I'm—
DISPATCHER: Can you, did you, can you actually see the top of your lock? You now, on the door, can you see what it's . . .
WOMAN: No, it's . . . Oh, my gosh.
DISPATCHER: Yeah, just pull it up, baby.
[click]
WOMAN: Okay, I'm embarrassed.
DISPATCHER: You can get out now, right?
WOMAN: I'm out. Thank you. I am so embarrassed.
DISPATCHER: That's okay. All right.
—courtesy of Amy, Lauren and Drew
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4 comments:
Come on, is this real?
I'll have to tell you my story about locking myself in the bathroom at Caribou and having the fire department show up to get me out. At least I got a $20 gift certificate out of it.
Ken, you should read the other entries in this 911 book. There are some really loopy people out there!
Jon, yeah, but that wasn't your fault right?
Definitely Not!
Accept of course not seeing the sign on the door, "Do Not Lock Bathroom Door!" I was just proud I noticed the one that said, "MEN"
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