May 11, 2006 06:21
Oooooohhh my goooood....
Yesterday we had a little boy stuck in the bathrooms, which are old and outside with no AC in them. We couldn't find the keys to get in there and help him, and we couldn't get the door open, the door jammed and such. I felt so bad for him, no one knows how long he was in there, because as I was walking to the bathroom a man came up to me "Someone's screaming for help in there.." and I go back there to check it out and I hear this really small "help me help me." And I knock on the door and it's like "Hello? Are you alright?" "Yes." "Do you need help?" "Yes." "Do you need me to call the police?" "I don't know, the door wont open!" "Alright, I'm calling the police." And then I walked back inside and asked if I should call the emergency or non emergency number.. Yes. I don't think straight sometimes. The police came over and like I don't know what they did to get the door open. I was standing there with them but it's like "dootdootdooot -door open-" And we asked him if he was okay " Hot.. But okay!" we gave him a free lunch.
And the 911 operator berated me for not knowing where the keys are....