I've called once on purpose. Reported an absolutely hammered driver that was swerving all over the road.
I called once to try to get a drunken troll pulled off of a website. They said they would get right on it. Hopefully RollsRoyce gets the banhammer very soon.
Actually, I've never called 911.
Had to call 911 one time. It happened when all of my roommates had been going on a bender, and I had been working on a final project for a class in college. Well, it comes to be 7PM and I'm still working on this project, and my roommates get back from the bars for a while. I had earlier had a couple of hot dogs, which apparently weren't mine (same package as mine, and on same shelf). Anyway, one of my roommates gets absolutely outraged. Starts pounding on my door after I lock it so that I wouldn't be bothered. The door starts cracking in the middle, so I tell him to stop before he busts the door. I open it, get popped in the mouth and the eye as soon as the door is open. I go to the floor, then get kicked in the ribs. At this point I decide to leave the house. He then begins to chase me down with a kitchen knife. That's when I call 911 as I'm running down lincoln way with someone chasing me with a knife in hand.
Had to call 911 one time. It happened when all of my roommates had been going on a bender, and I had been working on a final project for a class in college. Well, it comes to be 7PM and I'm still working on this project, and my roommates get back from the bars for a while. I had earlier had a couple of hot dogs, which apparently weren't mine (same package as mine, and on same shelf). Anyway, one of my roommates gets absolutely outraged. Starts pounding on my door after I lock it so that I wouldn't be bothered. The door starts cracking in the middle, so I tell him to stop before he busts the door. I open it, get popped in the mouth and the eye as soon as the door is open. I go to the floor, then get kicked in the ribs. At this point I decide to leave the house. He then begins to chase me down with a kitchen knife. That's when I call 911 as I'm running down lincoln way with someone chasing me with a knife in hand.
You win
While you were on hold for 2-3 minutes waiting for someone to come help you, did you ever think of going to check on the people in the cars of the accident you thought just happened?
Called on Christmas Eve once in a snow storm. Tan Explorer was driving in front of me on Highway 30 west of Boone, hit a black ice spot, and tumbled/rolled like a NASCAR car over and over thru the middle to the eastbound lane on 30.
Explorer was pretty mangled, pulled the wife out of it, she wasn't in too bad of shape, was able to walk. I wasn't able to pull the husband driver out, he was twisted up in there pretty bad broken bones and unconscious. Ran to my Tacoma to get an emergency blanket and cover him up, tried waking him up.
About 5 minutes later a couple fire fighters show up, and I was holding the jaws of life and helping operate it to get into the Explorer and get him out. We got him out, ambulance arrived, took him away.
Parents just arrived (they were from Jefferson), firefighter pointed them my way, and they came over and hugged me and were asking me questions. Christmas presents were all over the road, it was a nasty scene.
Finally made it home about a half hour later to my parents. Walked thru the door, and mom asked why I was covered in blood. My knees buckled and I fell onto the floor and cried.
Had only one nightmare about it, and it was the same night.
Pretty surreal life experience.
Had to call 911 one time. It happened when all of my roommates had been going on a bender, and I had been working on a final project for a class in college. Well, it comes to be 7PM and I'm still working on this project, and my roommates get back from the bars for a while. I had earlier had a couple of hot dogs, which apparently weren't mine (same package as mine, and on same shelf). Anyway, one of my roommates gets absolutely outraged. Starts pounding on my door after I lock it so that I wouldn't be bothered. The door starts cracking in the middle, so I tell him to stop before he busts the door. I open it, get popped in the mouth and the eye as soon as the door is open. I go to the floor, then get kicked in the ribs. At this point I decide to leave the house. He then begins to chase me down with a kitchen knife. That's when I call 911 as I'm running down lincoln way with someone chasing me with a knife in hand.
There is always two sides to a story.
There is always two sides to a story.
Agreed. I have yet to see anything constructive out of this guy.