Calling 111 by accident...
I carry the cellphone in the tail bag. It links to a Blueant Interphone speaker in the helmet.
Today I am pootling along out the back of nowhere and I hear someone start talking to me through the phone. I stopped so I could hear properly and get the following...
Me: Who's speaking please?
She: You've dialled the 111 emergency service...
Me: Shit! Have I? How the..? What? Hell, I'm on a motorbike -the phone is in the tail bag - I nevva dun nuffink!
She: Cellophones can dial 111 even when the keypad is locked.
Me: Bugger - mayhaps I better see what is going on in the tail bag - could be gremlins in there! DELINQUENT gremlins!
She: Oh well, you are OK then? (Obviously musta though I was being held at gunpoint or summat...)
Me: Nah - all good - sorry about the cock-up.
She: That's OK - just as long as all is well...?
Me: Yeah - ta. I'll check the phone...(hang up).
Get off bike, open bag. Phone has climbed out of its pocket and is banging around next to the air pump...through some fluke it bloody dialled 111 and there ya go....
I better chain that phone up...
First time for everything...
. No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home. Kingsley Amis
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