Ah, life. As always, never dull and never boring. Story of life. On Friday we had a massive throw back night. Dave and Busters for Jenna's birthday (which, let's face it, that's just an adult version of Chuck E Cheese's) and then an old fashioned slumber party. Complete with cookie dough, talking about boys and those horrible Squeez its. (Sugar water... yum....) It was awesome. We stayed up late. We laughed and giggled. We had a ball. I thought it would be a great idea to pick up a shift the next day. So, after "galavanting and performing acts of general tomfoolery, it was 2am, and I needed to be up in 3 short hours. Try as I might, sleep was elusive. I forgot to leave a forwarding address for the Sandman. At 430, my feet were ready to start moving. So off I went, ending the best slumber party I've been a part of!
Off I drove, out of the sunrise and into the easiest 8 hour overtime shift ever. 9news health fair where they had sufficient phlebotomists. So my companero and I sat and talked for 8 hours. It was brilliant!
That night was the blood draw car. Eventful? Yeah, you could say that. I played at city dispatch, stuck a couple of people, then, true to Dibe-form, locked "myself out of the ambulance and my keys inside said ambulance. As I shut the door, a sinking feeling sickened me... in the ignition sat the only keys. And the door was locked.
Oh no... try to break in, or blood draw? Try to break in... or blood draw?! Blood draw... so I draw the blood, fill out the paperwork.
"So...." I say in my oh-so-calm voice. "Hypothetically speaking, for no reason at all, how are you at breaking into cars?"
Officer *sighs* Am I going to have to arrest you?
"It depends on your answer to me...." (intimidating!!)
"Uh....." *unintimidated*
"Okay listen, I locked myself out of my ambulance... can you get me back in?" I smile. I bat my eyelashes. I give up in resignation.
Nothing.
"Do you have a car kit?" I ask the officer I draw for the most. Nothing.
And so my questioning continued. Not one cop in the entire jail had a slim jim!
I stood at the ambulance door. Do I break a window? Do I walk back to the station?
A new officer walks by.
"Hey!" I hollar. "Do you have a cell phone I can borrow?"
The officer gives me the once over. Deciding that I'm friend, not foe, he hands me the phone just as I realize. I don't know the number to dispatch.... blast. I call the Springs dispatch, the number that used to be Denver's number.
"Thank you for calling. Where is your emergency?" The voice says to me.
"Hey Mike, this is Dibe from the Boulder division. Can you patch me over to Boulder?"
"Sorry, our system can't do that." He apologizes.
"Okay... I need you to do me a huge favor... Can you call Boulder dispatch, tell the dispatcher (who happens to be one of my best friends) and tell him that he has a crew member locked out of the ambulance at the county jail."
I hang up, hand the phone back and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Colorado State Patrol wanders by. No slim jim. Lafayette PD. Nothing. Sheriff? No sir. Boulder PD, negative. And then the Cavlery arrives! Another crew!
"Bad news... A back up key doesn't exist."
Blast
So. 6 cops, 2 crews and shenanigans later. I finally got back in.
My life is anything but dull.
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