I have called 911 4 times, in 3 states. First in Virginia, when there was an accident at the corner where I was living. Guy I knew from work was heading to work when he pulled out and hit someone. Damaged both cars, but noone was hurt. And he was late for work.
Second was in Indiana when I was over visiting friends. Guy in a dually ran off the left side of the street and hit the porch of a house about 3 doors down from my friends’ place. I called 911 to report it while my friend went out to check on him, before my friend got there, the guy backed up, pulled out on the street and took off. Nobody got his plates, and as we went back in the house, I noticed that he had also hit my car. I was parked on the left, so this guy had hit my car, bounced to the right, then came back to the left so far he ended up knocking the porch off of the house 100 feet down the street.
Last 2 times were both in Ohio, both times after someone hit my car. (Yes, the same car. I have had 3 driver’s side fenders, 2 new bumpers, and 1 new hood, as well as a new headlight assembly and door on the driver’s side.) First guy wasn’t paying attention as he went around a corner and smashed my driver’s side front end. He admitted it to the police and the biggest problem I had was convincing his insurance agent that no it wasn’tdrivable.
Last one ran a red light, so technically I hit her, but since she said it was green and I said it was green, no ticket was issued and it didn’t cost me anything. Well, I had to get my front plate reattached. She needed a big dent in her front passenger fender pulled out.
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I’ve called 911 many times. I’ve been living in a bad neighborhood in West Philadelphia for the past four years. (As a pint-sized woman, I’m not afraid to call if I think there’s trouble)
I was walking back from class and I saw four kids on bikes chasing a college student while shouting, “I’m going to take your bike! It’s ours now!” Thought that merited a call.
Heard a nasty fight going on in the alley behind my apartment between a guy and his girlfriend. I’m nosy and it was the basic, “It’s not over yet!”. That is, until he started hitting her.
I was half-asleep one night and heard a commotion outside my window. A group of neighborhood kids were beating a student senseless in the street. I was so disturbed by the sight that I shouted for them to stop, and that I was calling the police. They ran away.
I’ve had tons and tons of minor incidents that almost merit phone calls. For instance, today, I was walking down my street and some guy was walking down the opposite side of the street. He was shouting things pretty loudly to no one in particular. This worried me when he started saying, “Girl! Girl all alone!” So I had the 911 number ready on my cellie if he decided to start walking towards me.
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I dialed 911 once when I was real young. The only thing I remember was being in the kitchen. It must have been a false alarm with my grandma or an aunt. So I’m glad it’s not sometime I would have remembered.
I once had a phone with special, one-button keys for fire, police, emergency. I programmed them all for 911, which seemed logical. Then I found out how easy it was to accidentally press a single button and have to answer to the 911 dudes.
Back in the mid 90s my then 4 yro called 911. His dog for some inexplicable reason, shredded my comforter. He heard me on the phone with my mother saying something like “I’m going to kill him.” The dispatcher was nice, but they sent someone out anyway to make sure I wasn’t killing animals.
A year later, we had adopted an orphan pup. He was beautiful and looked to be pit bull/rottie/cocker mix. As I was getting ready for bed one night and put the dogs outside one last time, this car drives up with 3 men in it, the guy in the backseat gets out, jumps my fence, grabs the puppy and tosses it to the guy in the front seat, jumps fence and they are off. After I closed my mouth, I called 911, but they got away. A week later, I get home from class and there’s the puppy in the yard, no worse for wear. I never understood what happened. If they were looking for a fighting dog, Arnold was definately NOT that.
The only other time I can recall calling 911 was way back in the late 80s when I was a manager for a pizza place that was located in a strip mall. It was 2:00 ish in the morning when the perps tossed a huge ass piece of concrete/rock through the door to the sport shop next door. It sounded like a bomb going off when that door shattered.
We had bullet proof windows and doors (not a so good part of town in Jax, Fl), so I don’t know if it would have just bounced off our door. I ran to the office, called 911, and neatly placed all the money on my desk for them to take, then went and hid in the bathroom with the 2 closers (like the bad guys wouldn’t look there). They didn’t try to come into our store, but it took over 30 mins for the police to respond. All they took was clothing and sneakers from the sporting goods store.
My sister in law called 911 from Indiana for my in laws in Florida a couple of years ago. She was on the phone with her mom when Mom says “oh dear, I’ll call you later!” Click. Seems that sample of Viagra kicked in sooner than they expected.
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My sister in law called 911 from Indiana for my in laws in Florida a couple of years ago. She was on the phone with her mom when Mom says “oh dear, I’ll call you later!” Click. Seems that sample of Viagra kicked in sooner than they expected.
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This is my favorite so far.
I was parked on the left, so this guy had hit my car, bounced to the right, then came back to the left so far he ended up knocking the porch off of the house 100 feet down the street.