Generally, we tell our kids to call 911 if they ever need help. But one child took the lesson to a completely new level!
The child was experiencing problems with his homework, so he made the decision to call for help. Since 911 was the only number he knew, he took up the phone and dialed it. Is it true that the people listed on this number are ones that need help? Indeed. I think he was right someplace, too.
The operator who was answering began asking the standard questions. Following a lengthy period of miscommunication, the operator discovered that the child truly had difficulty with math problems.
The entire phone call they had is available below. We were really amused by this and laughed a lot. The YouTube video is also available at the conclusion of the article.
Operator: emergency 911
Boy: I do require assistance.
Operator: What’s wrong?
Boy: Using my arithmetic.
Operator: Using your lips?
Boy: Not using my math. I must complete it. Are you going to assist me?
Operator: Alright. What city do you reside in?
Boy: I can’t do the math.
Operator: You’re right, I understand. But where do you live?
Boy: No, I’d rather have a phone conversation with you.
Operator: I’m not able to do it. I can dispatch another person to assist you.
Boy: Alright.
Operator: What type of math problems are you having trouble with?
Boy: These are my takeaways.
Operator: You must complete the takeaways, I see.
Boy: Certainly
Operator: Okay, so what’s the issue?
Boy: I need your assistance with my math.
Operator: Alright, explain the arithmetic to me.
Boy: Alright. What is 8 minus 16?
Operator: You inform me. How much do you estimate it to be?
Boy: I have no idea, 1.
Operator: Not at all. What is your age?
Boy: I’m just four years old.
Operator: Four!
Boy: Certainly.
Operator: What’s the next issue? That was a difficult one.
Boy: Well, this one’s here. Five things to take away.
Operator: Five minus five, what do you think that is worth?
Boy: five
Female: Johnny What are you doing, exactly?
Boy: I’m getting help with my math from the policeman.
Woman: Did I mention that I was going to call you?
Operator: The mother is here.
Boy: You told me to call someone if I needed assistance.
Woman: The police aren’t who I meant!
My Overbearing New Neighbors Turned My Perfect Lawn Into a Parking Space, I’m Elderly, but My Retaliation Was Merciless
When new neighbors parked their truck on Edna’s beautiful lawn, they thought the elderly widow would just accept it. But Edna, protective of the home she built with her late husband, Harold, was not going to let them take over easily.
Edna had lived in her house for over fifty years, filled with memories of her life with Harold. He had planted the trees and tended to the garden, making their home a cherished place. They raised their two children there, watched them grow, and now, with only memories left, Edna found comfort in every blade of grass. Her son, Tom, often visited, helping with the yard work. He told her she shouldn’t worry about it, but Edna never complained; she didn’t want to burden him.
The house had been quiet since Harold passed, but it was still her sanctuary. That changed when a lively young couple moved in next door. At first, Edna didn’t mind, but everything shifted when she saw their shiny pickup truck parked right on her lawn one morning. Her heart sank as deep tire marks ruined her well-kept grass.
Determined, Edna grabbed her cane and walked outside. The neighbor’s wife, with an arrogant attitude, brushed off her concerns. When Edna insisted they move the truck, the woman dismissed her, saying it didn’t matter since Edna didn’t own a car.
Frustrated but trying to remain polite, Edna returned inside, hoping it would be a one-time incident. But the next day, the truck was back, and this time, the husband answered the door. He grumbled about parking wherever he wanted since Edna lived alone. Hurt and angry, Edna insisted it was her property, but he slammed the door in her face.
That night, Edna resolved to protect her lawn, just as Harold would have wanted. While searching through the garage, she discovered an old canister filled with small, sharp tacks, Harold’s leftover project supplies. An idea formed: if she scattered the tacks on her lawn, the neighbors would be in for a surprise.
Under the cover of darkness, Edna quietly sprinkled the tacks where the truck usually parked, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. The next morning, she heard the unmistakable sound of hissing tires. Peeking out the window, she saw the neighbor staring at his flat tires in disbelief. A smile crept across Edna’s face; her plan had worked.
Soon, there was a furious knock on her door. The angry neighbor accused her of ruining his truck. Edna calmly explained that she had asked him to stop parking on her lawn and that she had every right to protect her property. The neighbor continued to shout threats, but Edna had already called the police. As she stood her ground, the sound of sirens grew closer.
Two officers arrived quickly, and the angry neighbor pointed at Edna, claiming she was responsible. The officer asked Edna for her side of the story, and she explained how she had asked them to stop parking on her lawn. After inspecting the tire marks and tacks, the officer informed the neighbor he was trespassing and would be charged for harassment and property damage.
Defeated, the neighbor slumped away, leaving Edna relieved and victorious. The neighbors kept their distance after that, and the truck never returned to her lawn. While the grass would take time to heal, Edna felt a sense of pride in handling the situation herself.
That afternoon, as she sat on her porch, sipping tea in the soft glow of the setting sun, Edna felt at peace. She had stood up for her home, for her memories with Harold, and it filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction.
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