Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Ha. And ha some more.

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 ~


1 comment:

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