The lights were flashing, the siren screaming, the air horn blasting and regular sounds of “Ho Ho Ho” were echoing in the night air from behind me. I rode the officer’s seat in the cab, just enjoying the atmosphere and the smiling children we encountered on our slow tour. My fun was broken by a radio call.
“Affirmative,” I answered.
“Can you call in by phone?” the dispatcher asked.
I didn’t have a good feeling as I reached for the cell phone mounted on the dash. Was some scrooge upset by the siren noise, I wondered. When I got the dispatcher on the line, it was nothing like that.
“Hey, Chief, we just had a call from a grandma on
Greenfield Road. She was upset ‘cause she had been out when
you went by and her grandchildren just missed Santa.”
"Please tell me she didn’t call in on 911?” I asked the dispatcher, almost dreading his response. The 911 emergency line is certainly not the proper method to obtain a visit by Santa Claus.
“Oh yeah, she did,” he said with a laugh.
“Sorry about that, we’ll take another run down that road.” We have to take care of a grandma like that, I thought to myself.
“Thanks, Chief, and Merry Christmas,” the dispatcher answered, as we both disconnected the line.