The following is a transcript from a Deep South 911 call:
911: 911, what's your emergency?
caller: My wife got tore up by a big warthog! Can you send a ambulance?
911: Right away, sir. What's your address?
caller: 6142 Eucalyptus Street.
911: Can you spell that?
caller: Uhhhhh, I'll just drag her on over to Oak Street and you can pick 'er up there.
A preacher played this in church tonight (there really was a point, though I can't recall what it was), and I totally fell for it until the 911 guy asked the caller to spell the street. That's when I thought something wasn't quite right. Then the caller replied and the laughing in church didn't stop or even slow down for 3 or 4 minutes. Ten minutes later I was still trying to compose myself.
Apologies to those of you in the Deep South who might be offended. Don't be - I claim the South as my home, too.
Be thankful ~