One man found himself in ‘cuffs after calling 911 for the most legitimate reason imaginable (unlike the time I called 911, that story is down below). Somehow the police managed to book this fine gentleman for public intoxication when all he was doing was attempting to file a complaint, a very VERY serious complaint. His lady friend wouldn’t give it up, and he did the only thing a reasonable human being would do in that situation and he called 911.
When a cop responded to his Spartanburg residence, Patrick Doggett, 53, “stated he called 911 because his girlfriend, Ms. Faye Woodruff, would not give him any ass.”
Woodruff told police that Doggett had been drinking all day and “didn’t know where he was at.” She added that Doggett got into bed and wanted to have sex, but “she had her grandchild with her.”
So, Woodruff noted, Doggett “got up and then dialed 911.”
Doggett, who was outside the residence drinking an alcoholic beverage when police arrived, was arrested for public intoxication and booked into the county jail (where he remains locked up this afternoon).
I guess the great state of South Carolina has moved past their catastrophic flooding and onto other concerns already? Now onto my story….
When I was in 4th grade I remember eating dinner at a T.G.I. Friday’s in Gulf Gate Mall down in Sarasota, Florida (that mall doesn’t even exist anymore). Inside of that T.G.I. Friday’s was a and old school phone booth, and the phone was active in it. That was the day I learned that you didn’t need a quarter to call 911. At such a young age I thought you needed a quarter to make any phone call at all on a pay phone, including calling 911.
At some point during that dinner I was messing around i the phone booth and dialed 911, because other than my parent’s and grandparent’s phone number that’s the only number I knew at the time. I dialed 911 expecting nothing to work and then I heard someone answer, so naturally I hung up and pretended like nothing happened. It was around the time we were eating dessert that the cops showed up to T.G.I. Friday’s and made a direct line for the phone booth, and me being the huge pussy I was back in 4th grade probably started crying or something and instantly gave away that it was me. I’m not really sure how I gave it away, probably just shitty acting, but the jig was up, and the cops were at the restaurant because I didn’t understand that you did not need a quarter to call 911. But what really chapped my ass (and still does to this day) is that everyone was trying to lecture me over ‘911 is only for emergencies’, which I fully understood and still do to this day. They didn’t understand that the only reason I called is because I didn’t think it would work, because I was a dumbass kid.