I think I broke my neighborhood. I went to take the trash out tonight and I usually just throw it in over the side porch banister and come right back inside, but this time the garbage can was too far away. So I walked down the porch and happened to look out over the neighborhood. It was really dark but I could see light reflecting off water...running water.
I've never seen this before so...I called my dad. I thought it might be a burst water main, I've heard stories in my troubles (mostly because the reason getting my house connected to the main water line took so long because there were so many burst water mains). Now I was seeing one...lucky me.
I didn't even know who to call for something like this! My dad suggested the County of Henrico Emergency number, which is not as easily Googleable as it may seem. As a back up and last resort he suggested the police. Something felt off about possibly calling the police so I looked and looked but found nothing. I googled the police (who wants to call 9-1-1 for a broken water main?)
Whoa, even as I type there is a police man in my street checking out the damage. Thrilling...this is the most action packed night I've had all week!
Okay, so back to the story at hand. So I called the police department, they asked me my street, and then my "Hundred Block" that was awesome! I was like, "twelve hundred" and felt like the lady on those Crime Stoppers commercials when she says a hundred and a street name. Then they got my other information, name, number, etc. Still scared to death they'll come knocking on my door...I can only blame my collection of traffic tickets for this irrational fear.
I feel so grown up - I called the police all by myself!
Now there are two cops!
Anyway, the major con is that the neighbors will know it's my fault the water main broke...I mean, it's right across the street from me and I have a huge hole in my yard (have I not posted a picture of that? I'll correct that). Anyway, I'm going to go watch the police do their thing from the safety of my darkened living room (so they won't see the nosey neighbor spying).
7 comments:
You go, Mrs. Kravitz!
haha!
...and I totally felt nosey because there was a part of me who knew they could see me if they looked. :)
I'm proud of you Jess. You broke your very own neighborhood and called the cops on yourself... awesome. The Incredibles
Ha! I guess I did call the cops on myself didn't I? No wonder I felt the need to hide when they came!
You poor thing. You are having a hard time with water.
It's fun calling the cops!
the incredibles!
i always wonder who to call in those situations. the non emergency police always sounds good, but i can never find the number. 911 is just faster :)
lol...that's awesome:) I'm a creepy neighborhood watcher too:) And (btw) our move to Alaska was a prompting...the reason is still unknow:o)
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