Tonight I popped my private citizen 911 calling cherry.
I’ve called the back door to 911 for the ambulance corps, but tonight was just me calling.
We have something of an epidemic lately in NYC. Everyone and their brother is jumping onto the subway train tracks. Tonight some of the very mean homeless guys in the area around my work had gone into the subway station and were jumping down onto the tracks, getting back up, throwing glass bottles on the track, yelling with aggressive tone and words at anyone around them, and jumping back on the tracks again.
A lot of people started getting verbally annoyed, including a lady to my left who started yelling at them to stop jumping on the tracks, that they wouldn’t be dying that day because she had somewhere to be. (Interesting logic.)
A security guard came down and called the dispatchers on his radio to advise the trains to not enter the station so that the guys jumping on the tracks wouldn’t get run over.
I wasn’t confident this would trigger anything more than the train being delayed so I left the station to report the incident to 911. When I got above ground I did see an ambulance arriving way down the street near the other entrance to the station, but our area very often has ambulances and I thought it would be better to make sure that ambulance was for this incident, so I called.
The 911 dispatcher picked up my call in the middle of the first ring, which was nice for my uncalm nerves. I proceeded to tell him what was happening and he stayed on the line to transfer me to the person who could look up the other calls directly in my area. I had ducked into a fast casual dining establishment because the street noise was so loud, but ironically I couldn’t hear him at all from in there because the restaurant was blaring Happy Music. He kept repeating over and over “caller, caller, caller” trying to get my attention. I finally abandoned where I was, realizing he was talking to me even though I couldn’t hear him. He then asked me to repeat the address, and confirmed that the ambulance down the street was for the track jumpers. I thanked him for confirming and that was the end of my time on the phone.
By the time I got back down into the subway station the incident had been resolved and trains were running freely into the station.
I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, other than to get it out of my head to make sense of it.
But what sense is there to be made out of people with a death wish?