Note to self: don’t hang up on the RCMP

18 May

Last night I was working in the home office and some really obnoxious jerk kept gunning his engine every 10 to 15 minutes over the course of an hour.  I assumed it was some punk on a 4-wheeler whooping it up in the greenbelt behind the house, but around midnight, I opened my front door to see a black truck stop at the end of our road, then FLOOR the accelerator, leaving a wake of noise pollution thick enough for me to choke on.  (Though possibly that was indignation.) 

I live in a very small residential neighbourhood and the road is barely two lanes.  That kind of driving and that kind of noise?  Dangerous.  And damned aggravating.

I reached for the phone and dialled 911.  It had rung once when I heard Jade through the monitor, having been woken up by the particularly violent blast of noise while I’d had the door open.  Knowing that she would work herself into a frenzy during the time it took me to make the complaint, I hung up, with the intention of calling  again after getting Jade back to sleep.  A frenzy at midnight is not a good thing for Jade to have, not if we are trying to eliminate seizures.

I went down to her room and she wanted me to sleep with her.  I told her I could only stay for a minute, and that satisfied her.  As we lay there, I heard the phone ring.

“I bet that’s the emergency dispatcher,” I thought, knowing that emergency services can tell what phone number called in.  I listened hard, but didn’t hear anyone leaving a message.

As soon as I knew Jade would stay calm and go back to sleep, I went back to the kitchen, which, by the way, was a total and complete mess from my single-parenting (non) efforts over the weekend.  By now it was about 12:20 and I realized I still had to prepare Jade’s breakfast before I could go to bed.  The idiot driver hadn’t come around again, so I figured he was done for the night.  With the distraction of Jade’s keto meal prep, I forgot about my 911 hangup.

A few minutes later, there was an authoritative knocking at the door.  I glanced out the window and saw a white sedan, so I wasn’t exactly surprised when I opened the door and found an RCMP officer standing there.  Oops.

911 hangups are automatically treated as distress calls, so the officer had to come in and check all the rooms to make sure nothing bad was happening.  (He was very good about being quiet so as not to wake the sleeping girls.)  I’m grateful that the police would take the call seriously, though I felt bad about wasting his time.

But what’s more, I am so embarrassed that he saw my house looking like that.

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11 Responses to “Note to self: don’t hang up on the RCMP”

  1. Kara May 18, 2009 at 6:53 pm #

    I didn’t realize they would have to check all of the rooms. It is pretty funny though!!

  2. allmycke May 18, 2009 at 7:56 pm #

    … rest assured the RCMP has seen it all – a house in normal disorder probably only feels like home for them!

  3. Idania May 18, 2009 at 8:03 pm #

    Oh no! I had the neighbour come over tonight with some rhubarb jam for me…and walked into the kitchen which was a *total* disaster! Her house is spotless; I’ve been in there twice with no notice.

    I guess they have to check all the rooms; just like in the movies with the bad guy behind the door, they want to make sure you’re not acting against your will.

  4. Maija May 18, 2009 at 9:11 pm #

    Be happy, be VERY happy. I have to threaten to kill someone with a gun for the police to come to MY house. I called 911 a few months ago because my grandmother called quietly to tell me that she needed to be rescued from my drunk uncle. I tried to tell the dispatcher that my aana was in danger, as he was weilding a gun and she was hiding in her room. I was told that since he “lives” there that they couldn’t do anything. So…I did what any other concerned granddaughter would do. I called 911 told them I was going over there with my gun and would shoot my uncle if he was, in fact, harassing my Aana. They came. Arrested him. But seriously…she was crying and stressed out enough to be admitted to the hospital and they didn’t even come over.

    I’d be happy if I were you! 🙂 Thank goodness there are places that care. I don’t live at that place. We don’t even call 911, we just call our State Trooper friends anymore. Sigh.

    Glad they didn’t wake the kids though!

  5. Jackie S. Quire May 19, 2009 at 7:05 am #

    Holy Crow! Sounds like something I would have inadvertently done too. Ooops.

  6. The M&M of Cape Dorset May 19, 2009 at 7:34 am #

    Back south I made a call to a client in a neighbouring community and instead of getting the standard “Hello…” I got this “911 dispatch what is your emergency?” That was followed be me going “Ahhh, ummm, Who is this?” Turns out it was a phone company switch error or something like that.
    The clients number was XXX-X911. Yes a legit number with 911 in the seven digit number.

    It took several minutes to convince them nothing was wrong and I had to give them my name, work number, home number and the number of the client and his name. Don’t know if an officer ever showed up or not.

  7. Gen May 19, 2009 at 8:28 am #

    Your 911 is our 411! I’ve always wondered what happened if for some reason I could dial 911 but not talk because someone was creeping up the stairs or I had my throat slashed or whatever. Oh, the things you imagine when you’re alone at night!

  8. Jenny May 19, 2009 at 11:53 am #

    You should have reported a break in and complained that your kitchen had been ransacked!
    We aren’t supposed to use 911 like that, we have to call the police, 911 is only emergencys but they should make ther regular police number easier to remember then!
    My cousin went out to check the mail one day and left her 2 boys in the house alone. She went back in and a few minutes later a police car pulled up and knocked on the door. There were her 2 boys standing at the top of the stairs knowing they’d called 911 and hung up and why the cop was there. They were little stinkers! Know they’re 19
    & 21! TIme flies!

  9. Maureen May 20, 2009 at 10:27 am #

    This post made me laugh as I had a similar experience while living in Thunder Bay. I left my 9 and 5 year old boys in the (locked) car while I ran into a local business to drop off an order. They were in my sight the whole time I was inside. What I couldn’t see was one son going through the glove box, finding my emergency sign that read “NEED HELP. CALL POLICE”. Yes, they did it – they placed it in the window away from my sight line. The sign worked all too well as a passer by called the police and they showed up as I was getting back in the car. They were very understanding, luckily!

  10. ian May 20, 2009 at 11:48 am #

    They must be seriously bored to be that quick to respond… But good for them, and you, if the case necessitates that kind of response!
    Were they able to do anything about the jack@ss on the street?

    • fawnahareo May 20, 2009 at 10:17 pm #

      Nah, he was long gone by that time — I should have called a lot earlier!

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