Ever since an aboriginal woman had a stroke at a bus-stop in Brisbane a few years ago and had to lie there paralyzed for hours and hours because everyone assumed she was "just" drunk, I've been applying the "How Would You Feel If You Needed Help And Nobody Helped You" test to situations like this, where you might prefer to walk away but you know that if you're wrong you're going to look like an arsehole. So I did.
After promising my Smaller Half that I wouldn't attempt to do anything heroic, I wandered off into the night. It didn't take long to establish that the alarm was going off in the house just up the road. It was all blacked out and I didn't want to go creeping around the yard and peering in windows, because one of my close relatives once ran into his yard in the middle of the night brandishing a katana because he thought there were prowlers in the yard, and there's got to be more than one lunatic like him around so why take the chance?
So I came home and called the local constabulary. The conversation went like this:
Policeman
[Yawns] Yes?
PTR
Good evening, my good man. Or perhaps I should say, good morning! It is past the witching hour after all.
Policeman
[Sighs] How can I help you?
PTR
In my capacity as a concerned citizen, I'd like to place a report of an untended alarm sounding in the borough.
Policeman
Has the house been broken into?
PTR
I don't know, I didn't want to get chopped in the neck with a katana.
Policeman
We don't attend security alarms. We leave that to the security companies.
PTR
What if it's a smoke alarm?
Policeman
Well, keep your nostrils open and call us if anything happens. Thanks for your call.
4 comments:
Half heroism noted! Braving the potential katanas would have earnt you total heroism aka death. You're not a true hero unless you die saving the parrot.
What if I'd shot up the house (and katana-wielding nutter) with a minigun in order to save the parrot? That's pretty heroic. Especially if I did it with my shirt off.
Sounds odly familiar
Now that's cryptic...
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