Monday, September 29, 2008

Anyone get the license number of that truck?

(911): "Dispatch. What is your emergency?"

(man's voice): "I...I need...I need help!"

(911): "Yes, sir. What is your emergency?"

(Man): "Oh...my arse...my arse..."

(911): "Sir, I'm having trouble understanding you. You are wimpering, sir."

(Man): "Oh god, it hurts...please help me...I...I've been violated!"

(911): "Sir, what is your location?"

(Man): "I'm on Main Street."

(911): "Sir, are you injured? Please describe your injuries."

(Man): "My arse is sore!"

(911): "Sir, are you bleeding?"

(Man): "I don't know...I think so...I'm not sure!"

(911): "Sir I am preparing to send help. Sir can you describe your attacker?"

(Man): "There were a lot of them..."

(911): "Sir, can you describe them? Were they black or white?"

(Man): "Mostly white, I guess...oh god this hurts...please make it stop..."

(911): "Sir, yes, what were they wearing?"

(Man): "They had on suits and ties, some in wescots...for the love of god..."

(911): "Sir, did they say anything? Did they speak to you?"

(Man): "I heard...that is I think they said...'We got your sub-prime right here!'"

(911): "Yes, sir, I see. Sir, I am dispatching Congress to your location. 535 trained professionals will help you."

(Man): "Oh god! Please, forget I called. Nevermind. Forget it. I can't take another reaming. Please, just forget it!"

(911): "I'm sorry, sir, I can't do that. Once you report a crime has been committed action must be taken."

(911): "Sir...are you there sir?..(to Supervisor: 'He hung up')"

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