Monday, July 12, 2010

Wake-up Call

We had a nice visit with an old friend this weekend, but the excitement level was a lot higher at another friend's house:
N and her husband were here over the weekend. N fell down the stairs carrying baby and was in horrible pain. Then at 5:45 this morning the baby pressed the panic button near his bed. I was dreaming that I was knocking down the garage but then realized it was a real noise and the alarm was going off. Ran to phone to call alarm company and find out how to turn if off. After about ten minutes they told me. In the interim the fire truck showed up with two volunteers in tank tops and shorts, lucky for them there was not a fire. Then a police car arrived and wanted to see everyone in the house. Their dog was howling, baby crying and cats under the bed. I refused, saying everyone was fine. Good times...
"Were the firemen hunky?" I asked.

"Not in the least," she replied. "Doughy, porcine local fellas with wife beaters. Ugh."


scissors happy said...

this is similar to when my parents got an ATD system installed a few years ago. even though we live two-plus hours away from one another, i am somehow the emergency contact for when the alarm goes off. i got a call around 6:00 pm that my parents' house was on fire. i called their house and my mom was just fine and chipper on the phone, saying that she accidentally hit a button and not to worry. i was like "maybe you should call them and let them know if was a false alarm," but no, no, it was fine, the alarm wasn't sounding anymore. so we were chatting about this and that and she was like (imagine in rural wisconsin accent) "oh my. ohhhh, oh no. no. all of the sirens can't be for . . . uh oh. i better go. there are two fire trucks and an ambulance out front."

most excitement to happen on our street in approximately 15 years.

scissors happy said...

oh, i guess it's ADT. whatever. all i know is that i am a lady, and so i should get a brinks home security system, because lots of people want to murder me when i am home.

Mykljak said...

One of my all-time favorite SNL skits.

I once agreed to be a contact for a friend's alarm service without really thinking about it. They called me one night about a possible break-in.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I said. "Call the police."

It turned out to be his housekeeper.