My husband is a police officer who works midnights. I try to “screen” his calls during the day so that he can get some sleep. His mother is a nice but slightly neurotic person.
This was the conversation that happened just a few short minutes ago. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (namely, me):
MIL: Is your DH there?
Me: Yes, but he’s sleeping.
MIL: I’ve just been in an accident and I can’t get a hold of your FIL. (she’s obviously shaken)
Me: Where are you? Are you in [insert name of town in which my DH is a police officer]?
MIL: No, I’m near the grocery store in [insert name of town in which my DH is NOT a police officer!!!].
Me: Have you called the police yet?
MIL: No! I don’t know what to do!!
Me: You’ll have to call the police department for that town, then. Here is the number—
MIL: (hysterical) I don’t have anything to write it down with!! I’ll just call them!!! (hangs up)
Me: *heavy sigh*
I then go into the bedroom and turn off my DH’s cell phone so that he won’t be bothered if she tries to go around me.
This is a woman who is in her fifties. How old do you have to be to know that you need to call the police department if you’re in an accident???
I’m not really sure what she expected my DH to do, either. Hold her hand? Grow up, MIL!