One night on a very very slow graveyard I was thinking about how I was going to stay awake. No calls for 3 hrs and the old eyes were getting heavy. Come on I have four 911 lines, 4 business lines, 2 tribal lines and nothing is ringing. I feel terrible to set here and wish for a wreck or anything to wake me up. Does that make me a bad person when you find yourself praying for action? One of the business lines ring...YEAH someone has a problem I can help them with and I hear this slurred voice say:
"someone stole my alligator"
Come on people we live in the rural area of Central Oregon, what do you mean someone stole your alligator, I can sure tell you are drunk so I say "where did you have it?"
slurred voice "tied to the parking meter outside the ***** bar"
me trying to sound professional as I laugh to myself: "how big was he?"
slurred voice "about 6 feet long and green"
My brain is going a hundred miles an hour thinking should I send the cops down there, maybe this person is going to drive.
slurred voice "what are you going to do about my alligator?"
At this time something sounds familiar about this voice besides I talk to slurred voices all the time so I reach over and key the Tri-county radio which is in all dispatch centers in central Oregon and I hear it click in on the phone..............
Yep another bored dispatcher with a great sense of humor
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