I was about to get off of work yesterday and my phone rang…..
“Ahhhhhh! I need help; I think my leg is broken! Ahhhhhh!” I heard my husband say on the other end.
“Where are you?? Have you called 911??”
“No, I was doing yard work and fell off of the cliff in the back.”
I immediately called 911 from where I was (in a different city) and here was the conversation:
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“My husband is at home and thinks he broke his leg. He needs an ambulance ASAP!” I cried.
“Where is “home”?”” the operator said.
I began to tell her our address and was interrupted.
“Ma’am, this is Hapeville 911, you’re going to have to call Newnan 911. I can’t transfer you, but I can give you the number.”
Uhmmmmm, I thought 911 WAS the number!!!!!!
My poor hubby has a fractured tibia and all he was was doing was trying to make the yard look nice for me :(
