It was 4:00 pm and I was thoroughly enjoying taking my monthly shower when all of a sudden the door flew open and in burst Macie. She quickly ran up to the shower as I cleared away the fog from the glass door so I could see what the all commotion was. Her eyes were welling up with tears and she had a look of sheer panic on her face, "MOM, I CALLED 911!".
I hurried and grabbed my towel and slid out of the shower. Macie stood in front of me holding my old out-of-service cell phone in her hand. She started to cry big alligator tears and she tried explaining to me in a shaky fearful voice what had happened, "I, I... I didn't mean to. It was an accident, Mom. I PROMISE! Are they going to come take me away?!"
I began to laugh (a very sympathetic laugh, mind you) as she stood there trembling with fear. I realize that this sounds heartless, but it's a problem I have- laughing at the most inopportune times. I never like it when things get to serious.
I knelt down close by her and she started to giggle at the sight of me laughing. "Oh, honey!", I said comfortingly, "They're not going to come take you away!" and then the long lengthy lecture began about calling 911.
Later that night, at 11:15 pm to be exact, there was a loud knock at the door. Nate opened the door only to be greeted by a local city police officer, "We got an abandoned 911 call from this address. I'm just making sure everything is alright". Nate explained the situation to the police officer and offered an embarrassed apology.
As the police officer walked away I looked at Nate just to add my two cents, "Isn't it comforting to know that our local police have a speedy response time of 7 hours?"
Oh, yes. Very comforting indeed.
And Macie? Well, lets just say I don't think there will be any more 911 calls in her future. At least I hope not.
P.S. I did know (and informed my children) that you can still make emergency calls on out-of-service cell phones. I did not know, however, that my child would actually do it. It's like the red button that says 'Do Not Push'... my children would be the ones that would have to push it, you know, just to see what happens. Quite honestly, I could possibly be that person too.
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6 comments:
I did that when I was 7, then lied about it. And it was, in my little mind, my "biggest sin" until I was about 16.
True story.
I think it's a rite of passage, like cutting your bangs off. I think it's hilarious that they showed up 7 hours later!
Gotta love that little Macie. She is adorable. AND I am loving the new blog header. Very nice, very nice indeed.
Poor little Macie. Love the New banner and sides! I feel a giveaway coming on?? am i right? or am i right?
sorry i just got done watching groundhog day. and i can hear the guy say am i right?.....eh u probably dont know what i am talking about. lol
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ya...sounds like Aiden. I share that laughing issue with you. Connor once fell down a flight of stairs and hit his head on the tile floor at the bottom, and all I could do was laugh. I laugh when people get hurt....Steve hates it. Aiden takes after me. He laughs when hes telling the truth, when hes lying, and on...and on...
7 hours eh? The Payson police fair slightly better when the office alarm goes off...but nowhere near as fast as they ought. I guess there's a lot of crime in small town USA, they must be CRAZY busy!
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