Accidental 911 Call
So tonight I came upstairs in response to the door bell to find an officer waiting for me. Uh oh.
Apparently they had recieved a call that had originated from our home line. Neither me nor my brother recall dialing 911, of course, so we check out the phone. Nothing strange there. The house’s security system seemed to be alright. Everything seemed to be OK.
So the officer got my name and my birth date, talked to my dad over the phone, and left. He was a nice guy, everything was pretty smooth. Of course the situation left me kind of freaked out, not to mention embrassed.
Later, my brother noted that he had found the phone on the floor. I’d guess that somebody (or the dog) stepped on the phone or something, dialing the magical 9-1-1 sequence. Lovely.