Due to a clerical error, I mis-reported an earlier post as my 550th post. This is my actually It. (And, you really, really don’t want to see my rough drafts…)
Gotta love the government:
Sunday morning. We heard a crash outside. Did you hear that? Sounded like a tree.
We poke our heads outside…
A monster tree branch fell across the street, blocking the road.
Wife: Someone will call.
Me: For once in my life, I will be that someone. (Movies will be made. I will be a Hero!)
So, I call the police station a half mile away. I explain what happened.
The dispatcher says: Let me patch you through to Street Services.
I wait a minute or so and explain the situation to that dispatcher. She says, and I am not kidding,
“Let me patch you through to Street Services.”
Then, their phone rings, and I hear the message: “Thank you for calling Street Services. Our office is currently closed. Please call back during regular business hours: Monday through Friday, 7am to 3:55pm”
3:55? Really? 3:55.
Now, I am one of those Big Government liberals you hear about (what with the health care and the roads and the schools). But, Jesus. 3:55? I thought my taxes could get us to at least 4:00.
Meanwhile, because it is Sunday, I try the Internet: the Street Services website wants me to Create an Account. (I don’t want to do that. Social Security Number. Credit Card. Mother’s Maiden Name?… No, unless you are a Nigerian Prince?)
And, “Is this a Tree Emergency. If anyone is injured, call 911.”
Hmmm. Is this an emergency?
No, it is just a 1200 pound tree branch that is blocking the road. No one was hurt, no cars crushed. Traffic is blocked, though.
“This voice mail message does not receive incoming messages.”
You’re kidding. Isn’t that the whole point of voice mail?
“Para informacíon en español, oprima el número dos.”