The exhilaration is dying down, but I just made my first call to 911 tonight, asking for both the police and ambulance. There's no need to worry, I'm fine. I was merely an observer who saw the aftermath of some craziness from across the street that spilled over into my apartment complex. Usually the craziness stays on that side of the street.
First I said "ambulance" thinking, "yes, she definitely needs the services of an ambulance", and the operator called for an ambulance. Then, I thought, "yes, she could probably also use the support of the police" and asked for the police, so the ambulance operator forwarded me back to the operator. It felt like I was in a conference call, although that only occured to me after the fact.
The police and medics are sorting things out. I feel sorry for the guy beneath me on the ground floor suite, who had to deal with pretty much everything, much to his utter surprise.
No photos. Show's over. Nothing to see here.
Update 5 minutes later: well, evidently the show wasn't over. I need a beer.
