quadraginta
Becoming Beth
Twice.
Help me. I've fallen and I can't get up type. Broke my arm on black ice in Jersey City.
The other time I didn't call them but spoke to them because we had a spiffy new phone with hands free and our tabby cat, Tabby, called them just walking on buttons. I walked by and heard a woman's voice on the speaker and asked who was calling only to be yelled at by the operator because she'd already called in the squad car thinking someone was lying injured. The cops weren't thrilled, not so much by the accidental call, but because we were on the top floor of a five story walk-up. Luckily, they didn't ticket us.
Pre-lockscreen days, I'm guessing.
I wonder how someone would calculate the odds of a cat walking on a cell phone and managing to dial just those numbers in that order.