Skitter is capable of surprising us with a lot of odd skills. Honestly, dialing 9-1-1 isn’t one of them. I’m really the one who called 9-1-1 this morning—by accident somehow—three times. Seriously, after today, I am practically on a first-name basis with the 9-1-1 operators of Davis County.
It started out innocently enough when I played a game of solitaire on my iphone while waiting for my popcorn to finish popping in the microwave. (Yes, I had popcorn for breakfast again. So sue me.) When an ad came flying across my phone screen, the screen froze up. I touched every spot on the screen, but there was no budging the frozen ad, and there was no continuing the stoopid game. And my phone wouldn’t even turn off. I finally put it down, figuring the problem would resolve itself. I was sure I’d come back to my phone in a few minutes, and it would magically be healed. Nope.
Twenty minutes later, the screen remained frozen on the stoopid ad. I pressed the buttons to “power off” the phone, and a WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP came screaming out. The phone didn’t shut off. The screen was the same frozen ad, but a little green phone showed up in the corner of it. I touched it and answered. It was a 9-1-1 operator. “What’s your emergency?” I didn’t know what to say, so I told the truth. “I’m just trying to shut off my frozen-screened phone, and it started WHOOP-ing at me, and then you called me.” Boy, that sounded suspicious. I might as well have told them I was a technotard and couldn’t be trusted with anything more complicated than a stapler. This was especially true when I tried to shut off my phone two more times and the same scenario happened each time.
I still have no idea how it happened. All I know is that after the third 9-1-1 call to my new emergency friends, my screen finally wasn’t frozen anymore. And I could turn off my phone without WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP calling 9-1-1. I bet the operators miss me already. I can’t wait to see what other new experiences my day will offer.