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(Or whatever the equivalent is where you live.)

Several for me. Three times while working at restaurants, once to report a drunk driver, half a dozen times to report accidents, and once on accident.

Never. Hm. My life is boring as fuck, I guess

I accidentally knocked the phone off the side table and it dialed for me. The wife and I were having an....intimate moment and my foot hit the phone on the bedside table. The police showed up ten minutes later and we had to embarrass ourselves to the officers explaining what happened.

Once!!!!!

The first time I called 911, I was working as a shift manager at a local pizza restaurant. I have no idea how or why they put an 18 year old in charge of anything, but they did.

One evening, one of the waitresses came back into the kitchen with a look of terror on her face. She said one of the customers kept telling her weird things each time she stopped by his table. After about the third time, he told her that a demon with 9 eyes and 9 vaginas was telling him to do things, like start fires. Around this same time, someone had set several apartment complexes on fire and police were searching for them. So, I called 911 and told them what was happening. The dispatcher asked me where the guy was sitting, and what he was wearing. About five minutes later, two officers walked in the door, walked right to where the guy was sitting, said something to him, and escorted him out. As the officers walked past me with the guy in between them, he looked and me and I said... "what the hell is going on?"

I was 18. If I had been 28, or 38, I would have handled it differently. I would have waited the table myself and asked the guy to either cool it or gtfo.

Ah fuck that guy. You did the right thing cling the cops. Johnny Lawdog giving a dose of reality to the sad little edgelord was the best thing that could have happened to him.

I've called it once but everyone already knows the story.

So, here's another time I called 911.

Ten years ago, I'm driving home on this two-lane road and the guy in front of me is swerving all over the road and obviously on his phone. He's literally holding his phone up and I can see the glow from the screen. My kid was 10 years old at the time and so I decide to turn it into a teaching moment. I start telling him about distracted drivers and how this guy is swerving all over the place and about halfway through my speech, the guy goes off the right hand side of the road, over corrects, goes all the way off the left hand side, and then rolls the car a few times. I had already backed off and wasn't in any danger of being hit, so I immediately called 911 and then pulled off the road. The driver was a high school kid and was all dazed so I told him to sit down and that the cops were on the way.

I waited until the cops and his parents showed up, which was about the same time. I was getting ready to take off and the cops asked me to wait for a minute. After talking to the driver they came and talked to me and asked me if I had seen the deer. I was like, "what deer?" And the cop said the kid said he had swerved to avoid a deer. I think I said, "maybe he was watching a deer on his phone?" and the cop kind of laughed and then I took off.

You know what? Here's one more for you.

In 2009, the family and I went on a road trip to Vegas. On our way home, about 30 minutes outside of Vegas, this car in front of us just veers off the road and starts flipping. You know how in cartoons sometimes people get hit so hard that their clothes pop off? It was like that -- just shit flying in every direction... CDs, clothes, a guitar, just tons of shit. Again, we called 911. Apparently, the driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. The driver was thrown out of the car and was unhurt but was in shock and shaking so my wife grabbed some blanket we had in our minivan and threw it over him and told him to sit down. The passenger was stuck inside the car and seemed okay but couldn't get out. While we waited for the police and ambulance to arrive my wife sat with the driver and I went back to the van because my kids were freaking out. The worst part was trying to explain to the 911 operator where we were. There were no signs or mile markers and all I could say was, uh, go east out of Vegas for 30 minutes.

Can anyone else come up with not just great stories but pix as well? This is why Flack wins the mvp every year. RobB, you should send HIM the tewnty five dollars!

I've never met anyone that has had such an interesting life. Well, there was one other guy but he's dead.

Can 9-1-1 stories be an upcoming episode of YDKF?

AArdvark wrote: Sat Jan 29, 2022 12:25 am Can 9-1-1 stories be an upcoming episode of YDKF?

Man, that's actually not a bad idea.

Here are two more 911 calls, both restaurant related. Then I'll quit.

01. Somehow, I went from being an incompetent shift leader at Pizza Inn to being an incompetent shift leader at Long John Silvers. The location I worked at was in a lower income/higher crime area, and I was constantly being warned to keep an eye open for anything suspicious. One night about an hour after close (around midnight), we were getting ready to leave when someone spotted a random car in the parking lot. I was also jumpy when we left because I had to take a bag full of cash to the local bank's nightly deposit box. We could tell someone was in the car but couldn't see any details since they were parked in the shadows. After a few minutes, we decided to call 911 since we were convinced this person was waiting to kill us. It turned out the car had been our last customer of the night, a couple who was on a road trip and and bought food and was sitting back there eating their dinner and were not planning to kill us.

02. This one was back at Pizza Inn, but a different location. This location was in a bad part of town. The front window had a bullet hole in the glass, there was always gang graffiti on the building and outside trash dumpsters, and a few years after I left someone burned the place down. Anyway, kind of same situation. I was the last person to leave the restaurant, and I had to leave with a bag of money to take to the bank -- we're talking $1,000 - $1,500 cash each night. While I was finishing up, someone called the restaurant and when I picked up the phone, they hung up. About 2 minutes later, it happened again. This went on for half an hour or so and I've seen one too bad horror movies. So then the phone rings again and I pick it up and it's my buddy Jeff. I tell him about the prank calls and he says, "oh, it's probably someone timing when you leave so they can rob you."

For some reason this really freaked me out, so I turned off all the lights but sat inside the restaurant looking out the window. I really started to panic (for really no reason) so I called 911 and asked for a police escort to the bank. My only explanation for this is that I grew up white and fairly entitled, I guess. The dispatcher asked what was going on and I told her about the calls. She informed me that the police department does not offer escorts to people because of prank calls. I sat there for a minute and then said, "so much for 'to serve and protect!'" and I slammed the phone down. I was really pissed. Weren't police officers there to protect us?

I went to the back of the restaurant to get the money and my coat. I sat back there for a few minutes, working up the courage to go outside and run to my car. When I got to the front door, there was a squad car sitting there. "Hooray!" I said, they were there to protect and serve! Actually, no. They were there to give me a long speech about what the police do and don't do. They also explained to me what language is okay to use with a 911 dispatcher, and the consequences for calling 911 when there was no actual emergency. It was cold that night and I remember the speech took a long time.

The worst part was, he didn't even follow me to the bank! After that I only called 911 when I saw cars flip over.

03ish. I'll tell you this one even though I wasn't the one who called 911.

When I was 16 I worked at Mazzio's (different pizza place). Every night 4 people stayed to close -- two cooks, one counter person, and one manager. One night I was closing as a cook with my friend Kenny. A girl (Leah) was the front counter person, and Mike was the manager. Leah looked like an 80s heavy metal chick and was dumb as a box of hair. She had that racoon eye liner, wore ankle high boots, and teased her hair up tall. She was so skinny that she looked like a skeleton and wore tight clothes that made her look even skinnier.

That night after close, Kenny was up front and said "Leah, your boyfriend's out in the parking lot waiting for you." Everybody knew Leah's boyfriend, he came into the restaurant all the time. He had graduated high school and we were all juniors in high school. It was not unusual for Leah's boyfriend to be out in the parking lot, waiting to take her home.

When the manager left to take the nightly deposit to the bank, he came right back in the door and said, "Leah's boyfriend just hit me in the head and took the money." He had a little blood dripping down his face, but not bad. I stood there frozen, like a dummy. I don't remember what Leah did. Kenny was the one who called 911. I remember when they asked if he could describe the guy Kenny was like, yeah, it's Leah's boyfriend. Then he handed the phone to Leah who gave the police all the details.

This was in Yukon, a small town where if you're out after 10pm, people notice. I think the police found him 2 minutes later. I know they questioned Leah and determined she was not an accomplice. She didn't even get fired.

I've never called 911 or seen a car flip over. (Or carried a bag of money to a bank.)

Hahaha that pig coward coming out to LECTURE and then making burn marks like a bitch rather than help get the cash deposited is peak "all cops are bastards." He would have it his speech short and started firing if you had a dog with you.

Flack wrote: Sat Jan 29, 2022 6:10 am The dispatcher asked what was going on and I told her about the calls. She informed me that the police department does not offer escorts to people because of prank calls. I sat there for a minute and then said, "so much for 'to serve and protect!'" and I slammed the phone down. I was really pissed. Weren't police officers there to protect us?

From the District of Columbia Court of Appeals:
*the fundamental principle [is] that a government and its agents are under no general duty to provide public services, such as police protection, to any particular individual citizen." ... The duty to provide public services is owed to the public at large, and, absent a special relationship between the police and an individual, no specific legal duty exists.
- Warren v. District of Columbia, 444 A.2d 1 (1981)

I probably called 911 (112 for you Europeans*) more than a dozen times. Back when I could walk, I remember that at least three times because i was on a bus and saw an unsecured refrigerator sitting in front of a house. I'd tell them where, and the agent thanked me. Someone on a newsgroup said I was wasting their time. So, another time I asked the dispatcher if it was OK to call these in on 911, and she said yes.

Then I ended up in a wheelchair. So, I had to call a number of times. First time, I was outside having driven up to my house, then finding nobody home when I called, so I could not get to my wheelchair, which was in the back of the station wagon, literally 4 feet away. They came, I explained I was embarrassed, I expected someone to be here. They got it out for me, positioned it correctly, and I was able to slide over, then I said thank you, rolled to the driveway, then pushed myself to the back of the house.

Another time I called 911 because our house was on fire.

Later after I got my power wheelchair, I had issues with the battery. One time the battery ran out of power a block away from my house. Another time it was literally on the threshold of the front door. It got stuck past the lip and before the rise. Can't cross it; the wheel doesn't have enough power to jump it. So, I'll back up, but the wheel is captured; the tires just spin. After the firefighters pushed me in, I said I'd start backing it in from then on.

Another time I was rolling down the ramp that leads from the walkway to the front entrance. It had been cold and probably icy. The chair slid down the ramp and spun 180 degrees to the right. One wheel on, one wheel off, and I can't move at all. Eight feet from my front door.

Abd there are other stories.

Hey Flack, I like your restaurant stories. I'd like to hear more. One of the more interesting ones was about the one where you were the cook and the kitchen floo0r was constantly covered in grease, and slippery. We're talking "Poltergeist's Carole Anne sliding across the kitchen floor unassisted" level of slippery.
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* As a courtesy to Europeans, cell phones in the US will process calls to 112 as 911.,