My Awful Mistake

Today, one of my tasks as high school fashion show coordinator was to try to get a hold of the person who is responsible for alterabl-message sign in front of our town Fire Hall. I first called what was supposed to be Forest Tower and Radio (which seemed like a media name to me), but turned out to be Circuit City. I spoke to a busy-sounding man, (which is not uncommon to me, as I am a busy-seeming woman) and concluded by myself that I should try to call an emergency line and see if they would transfer me to the sign changer. Herein lies my grand mistake.
When I called 911, (yes-I now know that this is a possible felony) it was confirmed to my inconsiderate blondeness that 911 exists solely for those in dire circumstances (eg. Those whose house is on fire). By the time I was transferred to the police (a required action), my horribleness was more than a feeling… it was an all-encompassing apology. When I was told that it is mandatory to either send a person out to check that was no actual emergency or call back to the school - You see I was on a school phone line as this is my co-op -, I could just imagine the sirens whiiiiii-eerrrrrrr – iiiiii-errrring up to my schoolyard, or a policeman calling the Office Ladies!
After letting my supervisor know of the awful mistake I had made, I went down to the office to explain my action and soon-to-incur result to the Front Secretary and, later on, my principle. I’m fairly certain that if a smidgeon of meanness had been relayed to me by these authorities I would have burst into tears on the spot. Thankfully, my principle’s major response was probably one that you would have yourself: “You called 911??!!!”! I will not calling 911 again, unless it is an actual emergency.
(Picture from the Irving, TX Website)