So I was driving down the freeway yesterday when I saw something that I thought should be called to the attention of the highway patrol. Although I was alone in the car, my trusty cell phone was right beside me. So I said, “Dail 9-1-1.”
I guess Siri misunderstood.
The next thing I knew, I found myself talking to someone at Diamonds by Lauren.
“Dail 9-1-1.” “Diamonds by Lauren.” I guess I can see how that happened.
I ended up picking up my phone and actually “dialing” 911 - ironically, somewhat illegally - to report the pedestrian walking on the freeway!
As an aside, just last week my sweetie and I visited Death Valley National Park. We were hiking in a somewhat remote canyon when we encountered another hiker matter-of-factly hiking in his birthday suit. We dubbed him Mr. Sunshine, because of his apparent deep appreciation for nature’s gifts, especially sunshine... but I digress.
When I called 911 yesterday the dispatcher asked me the usual questions in trying to get a description of the pedestrian on the freeway. When she got to “Clothing?” my first thought was, “yes.” After meeting Mr. Sunshine, I know better than to take that for granted!