Re: 911 Calls
It was one of those quiet evenings in dispatch, when nothing was going on. I had a few minutes to relax, and catch up on some of the never ending clerical work that seemed to grow like algae around the office.<br /><br />The peace was shattered by the shrill ringing of the 911 line. <br /><br />"911, what is your emergency?" I said.<br /><br />"Help!" the man screamed. "She's wrecking my store! She's wrecking my store!"<br /><br />I saw by the address on the screen that it was a Mom and Pop type grocery and liquor store. "Okay, calm down," I told the man. "Very briefly, what does she look like?"<br /><br />"She's naked, man, she's naked!" he screamed. I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. <br /><br />"She's naked?" I repeated.<br /><br />"Yeah," he said excitedly. "She came in my store, and took off her clothes, and started shaking her bootie in front of everyone. I said, 'Hey you can't do that in here,'and she started wrecking my store!" He sounded like he was jumping up and down. Suddenly, he yelled, "I gotta go!" and the line went dead.<br /><br />Without hesitation, I kicked out the call to all police units. "Emergency traffic, at Pop's liquor, 918 female destroying the store. Description - she's NAKED guys!" I sat back in the chair to listen to the responding officers. This was going to be good.<br /><br />"Charlie Two, enroute."<br />"Sam twelve, enroute."<br />"Bravo nine, enroute."<br /><br />
"Bubbakat 1, enroute." 
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"Lucky Jim 2, enroute."
