My dad is a firefighter. Some of his highlights include:
Needing a glass of water.
Looking for ghosts.
Guy was bored.
I’ve told this one before.
A haircut. She was mad at thee stylist for what she considered a bad haircut.
I told her this was a civil matter and not an emergency
Not a dispatcher, but when that cop called 911 because he and his wife were supposedly overdosing on pot brownies comes to mind.
“I was wondering if you guys are taking applications”
“There’s a guy driving a Ford Escort around and this isn’t an Escort kind of neighborhood.”
“There’s a Mexican guy walking around without one of those backpack things on…you know…the things that blow the leaves.” (Plot twist was that he was Honduran if I remember correctly…but they all look the same…amirite?)
I always love how people whisper when they say racist things. “THERE’S A MAD MAN OUTSIDE MY DOOR…HE’S TRYING TO SELL ME MAGAZINES…I THINK HE’S A TERRORIST…i think he’s black….WEARING A BLUE SHIRT….”
It’s ok ma’am…he knows he’s black…we’ll get right on it. Job has made me hate people.