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Post by housesparrow on Feb 23, 2009 7:43:30 GMT
If your fast food chain runs out of your favourite fizzy drink, if you can't find a DIY store, if your mother makes you take a weekly bath, here's what to do: call the emergency service
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Post by Patrick on Feb 23, 2009 10:44:16 GMT
If your fast food chain runs out of your favourite fizzy drink, if you can't find a DIY store, if your mother makes you take a weekly bath, here's what to do: call the emergency service Excellent! It's reading stories like that that remind me that I do at least have a modicum of intelligence!
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Post by swl on Feb 23, 2009 10:48:59 GMT
Consider how stupid the average person is, then remember that 50% of the population are even thicker.
A scary thought.
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Post by Flatypus on Feb 26, 2009 1:20:40 GMT
I particularly like the New Zealand man raped by a wombat. Maybe it swam the 1200 miles or so from Australia? Or was he up to no good in a zoo.
Seriously though, there should be a 'problem number' to cater for people who can't find the address or need to know their way around. Now that a phone is something you carry in your pocket, there is much less chance than in the past of having a book to look though for tourist and general information.
Sometimes, Emergency looks like the only number to call. For instance, Summer before last I cut the web between thumb and forefinger. It's a tiny cut but one in need of stitching because that area is constantly moving, difficult to bandage, and was bleeding like a wine fountain. It was 1 am and I live nowhere near a hospital. I should have been able to call a problem number to say it's not urgent but it is messy. Instead I had to call 999 and an ambulance came out to take me to Casualty six miles away which turfed me out at 7am wearing only a shirt into drizzle. Luckily I had enough money for the bus fare to a mile from hoe and walked the rest.
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