As I mentioned a couple blogs ago, I'm sleep deprived. Last night, my phone battery was almost dead and I wanted it to die before I recharged it because supposedly that's good for your battery. I was playing games on it, but it was pretty late and I was tired and wanted it to die faster. I decided that I'd make a call instead, but I didn't know of anyone I could call that late for no good reason.
In my tired delirium, I remembered a weather hotline from my childhood that was one of those three-digit numbers. You could call and hear the local weatherman read out the forecast. I thought I remembered that the number was 311, so I called it.
"Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, how may I help you?” I heard on the other line.
“Umm, sorry…. I thought I was calling the weather hotline… I don’t suppose you’d have the number for that… sorry… I’ll let you go now.”
“Thank you, have a good evening.”
The weather hotline is 118.
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