911 blogging

 

In the spirit of Jordon Cooper's Night Cop Blogging, I bring you this blog.

 

About 15 minutes ago (1:10 am) after failure at falling asleep, I got up and wandered towards the kitchen thinking perhaps my inability to sleep was due to my hungry stomach.

 

As I passed by the living room, my eye caught movement out the large window. I did a double take and saw that huge columns of smoke were rolling into the night sky. It looked like a dumpster was on fire across the street at the rink. I grabbed the phone and called 911. Then followed a bit of an interrogation by the operator as she dispatched the Fire Service.

 

Her: "What's the nature of your problem?"

 

Me: (In a strong male voice) "fffiiirre"

 

Her: "You need the fire department?"

 

Me: "Uh huh."

 

Her: "What's the location of the fire?"

 

Me: "East End Rink, across from... from... Hey Laura, what's our address?"

 

Her: "Is there any danger to nearby buildings?"

 

Me: "Nuh uh"

 

Her: "What's your name?"

 

Me: "R a n d a l l  F r i e s e n"

 

Her: "And your phone number?"

 

Me: "Um 793 49 3.... Laura, what's our phone num..."

 

Her: "They're on the way and should be there shortly."

 

Me: "Thanks"

 

 

 

Well, it wasn't that bad, but I did have to work to remember my phone number.

 

We pulled up a couple of chairs to the front window and, in 5 to 7 minutes, we had a textbook example on how to extinguish a dumpster fire.

 

We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging.

 

Good night.