We've been a little jumpy this past week. So when the doorbell rang at 11:30 Saturday night, I was a little nervous. It was pitch black outside, whoever was out there could see all the lights on inside the house - it was lit up like a Christmas tree. Can't pretend we're not home. Should I call the cops?
I walked over to the front door - turned on the outside lights - looked out the window and there were two city cops standing on my front porch. I guess I don't need to call them after all! A female officer was by the door, the male officer had his back planted to the porch wall - hand on his gun. I'm thinking what the HELL!
I crack open the door - Hello...
Cops: We received a 911 hang up call from this residence - everything alright?
Me: Yes, we're just fine. We didn't make any 911 calls.
Cops: You have kids?
Me: Um, yes, but they're teenagers. What number made the call? - we have a couple of lines.
The male officer repeats the number - I say well we only use that line for our Direct TV - otherwise we keep it unplugged. It's the number that a lot of unwanted calls come through. Then I stop myself should I explain the Ex-Wife credit thingy - step son campaign? Nah! Instead I just leave it hanging - I've already said enough that they think I'm out there.
My nervousness kicks in - I offer that this happened one other time and it ended up being a problem with the phone line. The telephone company said sometimes a line in distress can make a 911 call. "Oh" they say, like I'm crazy. "We've never heard of that happening before - you may want to get that checked out!" I definitely do that.
Cops say "You sure you're alright?" I open the door relatively wide - we're just fine!