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Sunday, May 02, 2004  
The International Call Cannot be Completed as Dialed....
Am I dumb or something?

DON'T ANSWER THAT!

I was trying to call my mom in Tehran to see how she and my grandma are doing. She gave me the number 1198212415651. So I dial this and I get the error tone or whatever. So I try dialing again and for some bizarre reason, I must have dialed 911 somewhere in there. Why do I know this? Keep reading. So after that failed try, the phone rings and it's blocked so naturally, I don't answer. Ten minutes later, I hear loud knocking on the door. It's ten-o'clock at night so I'm totally confused. Could be the asians from upstairs coming to pick a bone with me? (more on that later) I answer the door and a giant black police officer is against the wall, hand on his gun holster asking me if everything was alright. "Uuuh...yeah...I'm fine?" "We received a 911 call from your unit. Did you or anyone else dial 911?" "N...No....I'm alone." "What are the last four digits of your phone number?" "N...9145." He grips his shoulder walkie talkie thing. I want one of those. "X-ray recall that ender for that bravo mike." (Translation is rough) "Roger roger....The call came from your unit." "I'm sorry but I don't know what happened." "Maybe he tried making an international call. Did you?" Thank you nice Asian police officer. (He was at the end of the hall) "Yeah! I was trying to call my mom in Tehran." "That must be it. Some international numbers have 911 in the numbers." If you're dumb enough to switch around the first three numbers "I'm so sorry officers." "It's alright. Just as long as you're alright. Have a good evening." "Ok, bye....Thanks." Thanks? For scaring the shit out of me yes. Thanks. Although I have to admit the law enforcement was very prompt and effective. Well done. Here's to our local law enforcement. May they continue to protect idiots like me who can't dial phone numbers. And cut it out with the tickets. Not cool.

Moral: Dial a freakin 0 before international numbers and don't be dyslexic when reading the number off. Dumbass.
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