We Hope That Emergency Wasn’t TOO Urgent
My neighbour was sitting watching his TV late in the evening when there was a very loud banging on his front door. Wondering who would be calling at this hour, he opened the door.
Standing there was a man wearing all the anti-[health crisis] gear; mask, scrubs, and a biohazard suit.
Man: “I’m [Man] from Social Services. We got your emergency call, and more help is on the way.”
My neighbour, not knowing what this was all about, looked at him blankly.
Man: “Come on! Let me in so I can start the treatment.”
My neighbour was still looking at him blankly.
Neighbour: “What are you talking about? I haven’t made an emergency call to anyone. No one here is sick. I don’t know who you are, so I’m not letting you in.”
The man was starting to get impatient.
Man: “We got an emergency call from here, [number] at [block of units].”
Neighbour: “You have the right number but the wrong complex. That block is down the road a bit further.”
Man: *Obviously shocked* “Oh, d***. I must have misread the number.”
He grabbed his phone and started talking quickly and loudly as he dashed off.
I hope he found the right person, but you would think that people doing that sort of job would have a better idea of where their clients live.