Truck 17: "Truck 17 en route."
Communications: "Truck 17 you're en route to 293 Jefferson Ln for the animal rescue. Squirrel on a telephone pole."
This is when my ears perk up, and we decide it'd probably be worth it to mosey on over that way since we were just a few blocks away, on our way back from the hospital.
It gets even better...
Communications: "Truck 17 be advised, the caller reports that she's noticed a squirrel on top of the telephone pole outside her sorority house several days ago and that it won't come down. She's concerned about the animal's welfare."
How the dispatcher said that all without laughing and in a generally professional tone is beyond me.
The truck gets on scene and promptly clears the incident maybe 6 seconds after their arrival. We pull up 30 seconds later to all 4 guys off the truck, doubled over and crying they're laughing so hard.
The squirrel was obviously dead. Sorority girl, after being informed of this, told the truck's crew that they should get it down so she "didn't have to see the poor dead squirrel anymore." They responded with blank stares.
Your tax dollars at work folks!
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