I remember as a kid living in Martindale, we had these neighbors directly across from us that I despised. Don't quite remember why. But I was about 5-6 and for some reason I hated them.
So I called 911 one day to report a fire at their house while my Mom was out shopping. I totally expected the firetrucks to show up and start hosing down the house, while I sat back and laughed while watching from my living room window. This was back in the early 90s before caller ID, so I had no idea that the emergency dispatch had the ability to track phone calls.
Dispatch must have known it was BS, because a couple minutes later someone called back to say they wanted to verify the report of a fire. They left a message on the answering machine. My Mom got home a couple minutes later, heard the message and actually called 911 back to say that there in fact was no fire.
My Mom asks me if I prank called them and of course I'm like nope. A couple minutes later I hear sirens in the distance. Here we go, the firefighters are on their way to hose down the neighbours house! Instead it's a lone police car and he pulls up right to our house. @#$!!#@.
My Mom at the time ran a day home and there were about 3 other kids there, with me being the oldest. A cop gets out and rings our doorbell. Mom answers, lets him in. Now I'm starting to freak out. Cop looks at all the kids, then me, and then asks me to step outside so we can have a word in private. He then gives me the whole speech about not wasting emergency services because their could have been a fire elsewhere and the firefighters would have wasted their time and someone could have died. I felt super guilty and after the cop left I'm pretty sure my mom spanked me and sent me to my room.
To this day she brings up that story to embarrass the hell out of me.
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