From the whiskey-tango-foxtrot file:
I was driving to lunch from the airport today when I noticed a large (50-lb or so) bag of concrete mix in the right-hand lane. I figured I should probably call the police and let them know, and since I didn’t know the number, I dialed 9-1-1. The following is a reasonably accurate (i.e., I’m really not kidding about this) transcript of what happened:
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Click* “You have reached 9-1-1 emergency services. All operators are currently busy, but if you’ll stay on the line, your call will be taken in the order it was received.”
I got 9-1-1’s friggin’ on-hold message. Yes, that’s right, 9-1-1 has an on-hold message.
So I hung up. Not all that important, and I was at Quiznos, so whatever.
Five minutes later my fone rang.
“Hello?”
“Yes, this is the Battle Creek Police. Someone called 9-1-1 from this number and then hung up.”
So I explained the situation and they said they’d send someone out to look at it.
I still can’t believe 9-1-1 has an on-hold message. And on-hold music, I suspect.
I wonder if they play lite jazz remakes of “jingle bell rock” and “santa claus is coming to town.” Somehow I suspect they might.