So I Called 911 Tonight...

[Cry Me A River]

I worked night-shift at a 7-11 in college. Used to call 911 a couple times a week. Usually just the threat of calling and picking up the phone was enough to diffuse the situation.

Some highlights...

Couple of whores got into a fight in the middle of the store. Apparently they'd begun feuding outside and carried on a sort of running battle for several blocks before coming into my store and really going at it. They made a huge mess, knocking over several end racks of chips and candy bars. I called 911 and their pimp somehow hustled them out of the store before I even got off the phone.

No pics. You don't want any. They were hideous.

Fights weren't unusual on a Friday or Saturday night after the bars closed. I'd never, ever step into one to break one up, just call the cops. Everyone would generally be gone by the time the cops got there. On a Friday or Saturday night response time could be two hours unless there was a weapon involved but they never knew that. Just calling 911 was usually enough to break it up and clear everyone out. Not exactly a hardcore city..


Working a day shift, we'd heard through the grapevine that several convenice stores had had their video games and/or pinball machines robbed. So I notice these teens playing pinball but they were all crowding the machine really stangely. Usually when you play pinball you need a little room. So soon as they stepped away I checked the machine and sure enough the lock had been cut and the machine cleaned out.

Told one of the other employees to call 911 while a coworker and I chased them down the street.

Another time on day shift, a lady collapsed in front of the store and started bleeding out. I called 911. Turned out she'd been hit by a car (hit 'n run) and stumbled to the sidewalk. I stood around hitting on a couple chicks while he ambulance team worked on the woman. Very surreal but I did get a hook-up out of it.