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.
Showing posts with label Cops and Robbers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cops and Robbers. Show all posts
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Early morning action
I leave work before the sun even thinks of getting up. Friday morning, someone started ringing my doorbell repeatedly just as I was about to leave. I freaked out because I had only woken up 7 minutes before, so I was still drowsy and couldn't imagine who on earth (other thaan a murderer) would be ringing my doorbell at 4:40.
I ran upstairs, woke up my dad and had him go down and answer the door. (Yes, I am a chicken)Talking to my mom, I found out that an hour before somone fired 6 shots in my neighborhood. Yikes! After heading back downstairs, I found out it was a cop who was talking to my dad just making sure that everyone in our house was okay.
I went out to the car to leave, and for some reason the inside light didn't come on when I unlocked it like it normally does. I got scared and had my dad check the trunk for gun-brandishing bandits because he was standing in the driveway. I couldn't find the button to pop the trunk inside the car for a while since it was dark, so I just kept pressing things. Finally, it opened and no one was inside, so I left for work.
Driving on the freeway I realized that in my effort to open the trunk I had opened the hood instead and it was threatening to come up. Luckily there's an extra safety latch you have to press on the hood itself to open it, so it doesn't do things like fly up onto your windshield if you accidentally press it while driving on the freeway, and I made it to work without further incident.
P.S. Apparently the cops found the casings and think it was something random because we live close to the freeway. Great.... that makes me feel safe....
I ran upstairs, woke up my dad and had him go down and answer the door. (Yes, I am a chicken)Talking to my mom, I found out that an hour before somone fired 6 shots in my neighborhood. Yikes! After heading back downstairs, I found out it was a cop who was talking to my dad just making sure that everyone in our house was okay.
I went out to the car to leave, and for some reason the inside light didn't come on when I unlocked it like it normally does. I got scared and had my dad check the trunk for gun-brandishing bandits because he was standing in the driveway. I couldn't find the button to pop the trunk inside the car for a while since it was dark, so I just kept pressing things. Finally, it opened and no one was inside, so I left for work.
Driving on the freeway I realized that in my effort to open the trunk I had opened the hood instead and it was threatening to come up. Luckily there's an extra safety latch you have to press on the hood itself to open it, so it doesn't do things like fly up onto your windshield if you accidentally press it while driving on the freeway, and I made it to work without further incident.
P.S. Apparently the cops found the casings and think it was something random because we live close to the freeway. Great.... that makes me feel safe....
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Everything's good in the neighborhood
Today was a lovely, bright Sunday. There are no more cop cars or helicopters, which is a good start. There hasn't been anything in the news about the incident last week, which I'm definitely happy about because that means that nothing major happened.
My living room is still stacked with boxes that are half emptied, and I've done about a dozen loads of laundry since I've gotten home. I've got about 3 more to go, and then laundry freedom! Well, for a week. Slowly, but surely I'm getting settled in.
My living room is still stacked with boxes that are half emptied, and I've done about a dozen loads of laundry since I've gotten home. I've got about 3 more to go, and then laundry freedom! Well, for a week. Slowly, but surely I'm getting settled in.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
welcome back to vegas, with a bang
Provo this morning before I left: (77 degrees)
It was a perfectly warm and sunny spring day. The birds were warbling away among the leafy green trees dotted with flowers. As I walked down the sidewalks lined with freshly mowed grass, I passed smiling students excited to graduate in a few hours. The only flashing lights I saw were the tow trucks looking out for unsuspecting parents picking up their children.
....6 hour drive through the dusty, windy desert......
Vegas when I got home: (96 degrees)
As my family was finishing up dinner, we heard a slew of sirens rush past the back of our house. We ran out back to see a police helicopter circling our neighborhood My dad (who had just left) called the house and told us a cop car had just turned onto our street. We retreated back inside. My brother grabbed his BB gun and took the dog out front. "Don't go outside with that BB gun while that police helicopter's out there!" my mom shouted at him. My brother came back inside (unscathed) and we've all returned to life as normal while listening to the helicopter and cars chase some villan in our neighborhood.
That's a Vegas "Welcome Home!" all right
It was a perfectly warm and sunny spring day. The birds were warbling away among the leafy green trees dotted with flowers. As I walked down the sidewalks lined with freshly mowed grass, I passed smiling students excited to graduate in a few hours. The only flashing lights I saw were the tow trucks looking out for unsuspecting parents picking up their children.
....6 hour drive through the dusty, windy desert......
Vegas when I got home: (96 degrees)
As my family was finishing up dinner, we heard a slew of sirens rush past the back of our house. We ran out back to see a police helicopter circling our neighborhood My dad (who had just left) called the house and told us a cop car had just turned onto our street. We retreated back inside. My brother grabbed his BB gun and took the dog out front. "Don't go outside with that BB gun while that police helicopter's out there!" my mom shouted at him. My brother came back inside (unscathed) and we've all returned to life as normal while listening to the helicopter and cars chase some villan in our neighborhood.
That's a Vegas "Welcome Home!" all right
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