Welcome, party people. I'm Kris. Pull up a chair, and let me take that bottle of wine off your hands.
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Once upon a time, if the police found you drunk, they would either take you home or follow you home to make sure you got there safely.
I know, O. You and I both miss Pleasantville.
That was a great movie! And before Tobey Maguire or Reese Witherspoon were known.
I must say I was uncomfortable when Joan Allen and Jeff Daniels made sweet black and white love. It wasn't nice.
Hey Kris- someone else shares your cell phone neurosis. Check out the 2nd to last postcard on today's postsecret.postsecret.blogspot.com
But surely that's a sign of a memorable, good night out!
REALLY? What a GREAT IDEA!!Bridg
Meanwhile, somewhere a helpless old lady has fallen and can't get up--and can't get through to 911.
I agree with Kit - I almost killed her when she told me. Thankfully, she spent more time on the phone with 411 than 911.In addition, she was mortified. Given her recent health crises and ER visits (see link above), she is well aware of its importance. Well, at least when she's able to see straight.I saw a special on people calling 911 once. Did you know that people call there regularly for information about what time the baseball game starts, directions to a local park, etc. I guess it's too much trouble to look up the non-emergency line number . . .
ooh that's pretty drunk!
Kris, that's so annoying to think about all the people who call 911 for non-emergencies. I have been in a couple instances where I needed the police, but it wasn't a life-or-death emergency, and I felt SO guilty for calling 911. It's a taboo thing for me. I'm glad you were taken with the Contiki site. That's how I felt when I first looked at it too. I really wish they'd offer tours through South America, but I can see where that might get a little hairy.
OMG that is classic.
They'll gladly transport her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped, though! :D
Most times, when I call police to report a highway accident, they tell me to hang up and call 911. At first a felt a little weird doing that, I was afraid 911 was going to yell at me for tying up their line, for a fender bender. But they were cool with it.
wow- i think even my college roommates (who were big fans of various fermented grain derivatives) managed to make it through their drinking careers without calling 911 for a ride home. then again, we only live three block from the bar.
Who knows, maybe someone's alive today because she did call 911! Those poor operators go thru so-o much training just to get the job. Then a year of probation. Had no idea it was such a hard gig to land. Hopefully, the escort call was considered good, not bad, judgment. (College kids, don't try this trick on weekends.)
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