Re: Real 911 calls.....
At the fire dept, we got requested by a police officer to respond to a notorious drug-infested neighborhood about 2 am. A man in his 20s had a bloody mouth, very intoxicated (when I asked him how much he'd been drinking, he stopped, counted with his fingers for a few seconds and said "about 17 beers"). He was very upset, but was talking in circles. finally I asked him what was actually wrong, today, right now...and he said to me and the police officer:
"dude, you see those dudes sitting on that car up the street? man, i gave that one dude $10 for a rock and the #$%*@ took my money and hit me in the mouth. knocked my ^$% tooth out, man!"
so i asked him what he expected us to do about it and he said:
"man, go up there and find my tooth!!"
I said "dang, if you can't trust a crackhead what's this world coming to??"
I told him that in this neighborhood, someone had probably already found his tooth, went home, put it in a pipe and was trying to get it lit up. He just laughed and wandered off into the night.
another time, a transvestite had gotten into an argument with 2 prostitutes in the parking lot of a gas station. We got called out when he tried to hit them with a piece of re-bar and ended up cutting his hand. They were all intoxicated, he was cussing and raising hell, the hookers were howling laughing (probably because for a rare instance they weren't under arrest) and the police were trying to calm the transvestite down. I looked at his hand, it didn't need stitches, but he did need a tetanus shot. he didn't want to go to the hospital so I said I'd clean his hand up and he could get his shot later in the day. He started cussing me, saying that if he was white I'd do more to help him. so I said "fine, clean your own hand up buddy". He threw the gauze pads I had given him on the ground... and the police cited him for littering.
The hookers were still laughing as we drove off.
Of course there were all the dispatch directions that said "drive down until you see a brown dog tied to a tree near that house where Junior's grandma used to sell them cornbread biscuits. take a left and keep going until you pass a broke-down barn with a bunch of tires on top of it. keep on the dirt part of the road until you see an old Jeep sitting on blocks next to a stack of peach jelly jars and you will have just passed the house." believe it or not....those things were always there.
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