My Son Should Be Arrested
911 Operator: "911. What is your emergency?"
Me: Hyperventilating. "Yes, hello. I need you to send an officer to my house. Right now."
911 Operator: "Calm down, ma'am. What is the situation? Are you safe?"
Me: "Yes, I'm safe, but this is a very dire, very urgent problem. I'll need you to send someone immediately."
911 Operator: "Okay, ma'am. I'm dispatching someone to your property as we speak. What is the nature of your emergency?"
Me: "Yes, it's nature."
911 Operator: Pauses. "No, I mean, what is the problem?"
Me: In a whisper. "It's my son."
911 Operator: "Speak up, ma'am. I cannot hear you. What is the problem?"
Me: Shouting in despair. "It's my SON!"
911 Operator: "Okay. Okay, ma'am. I'm sorry. I heard you this time. Please be calm so I can help you. What about your son, ma'am?"
Me: "It's an emergency. I need a police officer to come and talk with him. RIGHT NOW."
911 Operator: "What do you need the police officer to talk to him about? Is he armed? Dangerous?"
Me: "He's unarmed, and he is not dangerous, but this situation is an extreme emergency."
911 Operator: "What is the nature of the emergency ma'am? I need to tell the officer who is on her way."
Me: "It's because of nature. He needs to be arrested! I told you this already."
911 Operator: Pauses. "He needs to be arrested for what, ma'am? Nature? I don't understand."
Me: "For nature. Yes. As I explained before." Shrieks of glee heard in the background.
911 Operator: Pauses. "I just heard some children in the background, ma'am."
Me: "Yes, that's him. He's one of them."
911 Operator: "He's one of them? One of the children?"
Me: "Yes, I just said that. Please hurry!"
911 Operator: "How old is your son, ma'am?"
Me: "Which one?"
911 Operator: Sighs heavily. "The one about whom you are calling."
Me: "He's ten. He just turned ten."
911 Operator:
Me: "Hello?"
911 Operator: "Why does your ten-year-old son need to be arrested? Is he trying to hurt himself?
Me: "No, he hasn't hurt himself."
911 Operator: "Is he endangering any other people?"
Me: "No. Please tell the officer to hurry!" Dissolves into tears.
911 Operator: "Ma'am. It's okay, ma'am. The police officer will be there very soon. Please calm down so I can help you."
Me: "You can't help me. Only the officer can."
911 Operator: Pauses a beat. "How can she help when she arrives?"
Me: "I told you. She needs to arrest him. Where is she? Is she bringing her handcuffs?"
911 Operator: "We cannot arrest a ten-year-old boy, ma'am. That's not how things…"
Me: "BUT THIS IS A DIRE SITUATION!"
911 Operator: "Help me understand the situation, ma'am. Why should he be arrested?"
Me: "Because of what he told me." Sniffles. Blows nose loudly.
911 Operator: "Okay. Now we're getting somewhere. And what did your son tell you?"
Me: "I can't even say it. It's too horrible." More shrieks of laughter in the background.
911 Operator: "And because of what he told you, you think he should be arrested? Is that it?"
Me: "Yes. Now you're finally starting to get it."
911 Operator: "Can you tell me, word for word, exactly what he said?"
Me: "I don't think I can."
911 Operator: "I really think you should try, ma'am. That way, the officer will know what to do when she arrives."
Me: "Okay."
911 Operator: "So, what did he say?"
Me: "He said…" breaks down into tears.
911 Operator: "You can say it, ma'am. I'm listening. Go ahead."
Me: Openly sobbing.
911 Operator: "Ma'am, just say it. You'll feel better when you say it. Tell me what he said."
Me: "I can't do it."
911 Operator: Sighs heavily. "Yes, you can. Tell me."
Me: In a tiny squeak of a voice "He said he needed a new pair of shoes."
911 Operator: Pauses. "I'm sorry, what now?"
Me: "He said he needed a new pair of shoes."
911 Operator: "Yes, I heard that, but…I'm not getting why that means he should be arrested. What…"
Me: "HIS SIZE 7 SHOES DO NOT FIT HIM ANYMORE. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT? WE HAVE TO SHOP IN THE MEN'S DEPARTMENT, LADY!!!"
911 Operator: "Ma'am."
Me: "THAT MEANS HE'S GETTING BIGGER. IT MEANS HE'S GROWING UP!!!!"
911 Operator: "Okay. I think we all just need to calm…"
Me: "I NEED THIS OFFICER TO ARREST HIM IMMEDIATLEY FOR THIS VERY DIRE, VERY URGENT PROBLEM BEFORE HE BELIEVES THIS IS ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR."
911 Operator: "Ma'am, have you taken any prescription or non-prescription…"
Me: "DO YOU WANT THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR TO CONTINUE?"
911 Operator: "Ma'am. Calm down."
Me: sniffling.
911 Operator: "Yes, I do think this behavior should continue if he's a ten-year-old boy, ma'am. That's what they do. They grow up."
Me: "HOW DARE YOU, LADY. HOW DARE YOU."
911 Operator: Sighs with exhaustion.
Me: "I'LL HAVE YOUR JOB. I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!"
911 Operator: "That's not how things work, ma'am. You can't just have people arrested for things you don't like them doing. Little boys grow up. That's what they do."
Me: Breathing deeply in anguish.
911 Operator: "Are you okay?"
Me: "No. I am not okay, thank you very much."
911 Operator: "It's all right ma'am. You will be fine. Should I call an ambulance for you? Do you need someone to talk to?"
Me: "I'm already talking to you."
911 Operator: "Yes, I know that. I mean someone who can help you accept that your son needs bigger shoes?"
Me: "No." Little boys chatter in the background.
911 Operator: "Is that your son?"
Me: "Which one?"
911 Operator: "The one we've been talking about."
Me: "Yes. He's showing his little brother how his toes are pushing against the ends of his shoes."
911 Operator: "Maybe, instead of calling 911 and asking us to arrest him, you should take him shopping for new shoes."
Me: "You think I should?"
911 Operator: "Yes. I think you should."
Me:
911 Operator: "You still there?"
Me: "I'm thinking."
911 Operator: "About getting off this phone and taking him for a pair of new shoes?"
Me: "No, I'm trying to figure out how this ten-year-old boy was just asleep in my arms six minutes ago and now his feet are bigger than mine. How did that happen?"
911 Operator: "Like you said before, ma'am….it's nature."
Me: "Well, can you send someone to arrest nature?"
911 Operator: "That's now how this….never mind. I hope you have a good day, ma'am. The police officer will be there any minute and you can talk to her about it, okay?"
Me: "Make sure she brings the handcuffs."