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TIFU by wasting a 911 dispatchers time

(This happened awhile ago but the story is too good) I was 18 and home alone, my mom said “We are going to Ohio, we’ll be home in a few days” which was alright enough. Fast forward to that night it’s 1am and I hear the front door open, feet stomping around and clanging. I hid in the closet with my phone and dialed 911.

I talked with the dispatcher and told her that my house was being broken into, and within a minute I could see police car lights flashing through the window into my room. The officer asked me if I saw the intruder and told her no, my family was out of town and went to Ohio, and I was home alone. I heard a knock at the door and heard the door open, I thought that the intruder left it unlocked and maybe an officer was inside. Then the dispatcher asks, “do you know a Sean?” and I told her that Sean is my dad. The dispatch officer then told me “Sean just answered the front door and let the officer in. Are you able to go downstairs?”

I went downstairs and immediately apologized in tears. Apparently when my mom said “WE are going to Ohio” she meant my uncle, aunt and her were going to Ohio and my dad had just gotten off a night shift to be greeted by the police.

TLDR I called the cops on my dad because I thought the whole family went out of town, but he was just coming home from a night shift and I thought he was an intruder.

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