The lights were flashing, the siren screaming, the air horn blasting and regular sounds of “Ho Ho Ho” were echoing in the night air from behind me. I rode the officer’s seat in the cab, just enjoying the atmosphere and the smiling children we encountered on our slow tour. My fun was broken by a radio call.
“Affirmative,” I answered.
“Can you call in by phone?” the dispatcher asked.
I didn’t have a good feeling as I reached for the cell phone mounted on the dash. Was some scrooge upset by the siren noise, I wondered. When I got the dispatcher on the line, it was nothing like that.
“Hey, Chief, we just had a call from a grandma on
Road. She was
upset ‘cause she had been out when you went by and her grandchildren just missed
"Please tell me she didn’t call in on 911?” I asked the dispatcher, almost dreading his response. The 911 emergency line is certainly not the proper method to obtain a visit by Santa Claus.
“Oh yeah, she did,” he said with a laugh.
“Sorry about that, we’ll take another run down that road.” We have to take care of a grandma like that, I thought to myself.
“Thanks, Chief, and Merry Christmas,” the dispatcher answered, as we both disconnected the line.