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In which Sky got woken up by a policeman.
Sep. 6th, 2011 11:48 pmThis morning, 30 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, I was woken up by a policeman knocking on my door.
Let me put that in terms that explains a little better why that was weird as all get out: this morning, when it was still dark enough out that I was sure it was only 2 or 3 in the morning at most, a policeman pounded on my door and woke me up to ask if I was ok. Because they'd gotten a 911 call from my number. When I asked which number (we have two running up here) he couldn't get reception on his radio, and was barely getting reception on his cell phone to call dispatch. At 6am.
Guys, I live on top of a mountain up 3 miles of dirt road the last little bit of which is three hair-pin turns at a 40º angle upwards. My tax money keeping me safe, I guess. That is dedication. (He did comment on the wackiness of the road, and I did make sure to thank him for taking the time to come out.)
Then he fiddled with his radio and his cellphone so we could tell me what number it had come from, and that it had happened like... 20 minutes before.
And then he left, leaving the both of us very confused, I'm sure.
Unfortunately, the only two things I could think while I was trying to go back to sleep for the last 30 minutes before I had to wake up anyway were: 1) someone had preemptively called 911 before they were going to murder me, or 2) someone whose number was very close to mine—close enough that the police missed it? I think I only verified the last four digits... But I was tired! And it was 6am! I'm not sure I can really be blamed...—had called it, and was in lots of danger, and the police had mistakenly come to my house.
Needless to say, I didn't really get back to sleep for those 30 minutes.
P.S. There will be a fic post tomorrow afternoon.
[Also? The irony of this icon never fails to amuse me.]
Let me put that in terms that explains a little better why that was weird as all get out: this morning, when it was still dark enough out that I was sure it was only 2 or 3 in the morning at most, a policeman pounded on my door and woke me up to ask if I was ok. Because they'd gotten a 911 call from my number. When I asked which number (we have two running up here) he couldn't get reception on his radio, and was barely getting reception on his cell phone to call dispatch. At 6am.
Guys, I live on top of a mountain up 3 miles of dirt road the last little bit of which is three hair-pin turns at a 40º angle upwards. My tax money keeping me safe, I guess. That is dedication. (He did comment on the wackiness of the road, and I did make sure to thank him for taking the time to come out.)
Policeman: Ma'am, are you all right?
Me: (/groggy, no glasses, in a pink fuzzy robe) ... whut.
Policeman: We got a 911 call from this number.
Me: I have like, less than no idea what you're talking about.
Then he fiddled with his radio and his cellphone so we could tell me what number it had come from, and that it had happened like... 20 minutes before.
Me: Uh, no? I was asleep?
Policeman: (/doesn't really need to be told this) Okay, thank you.
And then he left, leaving the both of us very confused, I'm sure.
Unfortunately, the only two things I could think while I was trying to go back to sleep for the last 30 minutes before I had to wake up anyway were: 1) someone had preemptively called 911 before they were going to murder me, or 2) someone whose number was very close to mine—close enough that the police missed it? I think I only verified the last four digits... But I was tired! And it was 6am! I'm not sure I can really be blamed...—had called it, and was in lots of danger, and the police had mistakenly come to my house.
Needless to say, I didn't really get back to sleep for those 30 minutes.
P.S. There will be a fic post tomorrow afternoon.
[Also? The irony of this icon never fails to amuse me.]