Brandon Calls 911

So... last night was interesting... I was in bed (early as usual) and my cell phone started to ring. The caller ID showed a local number, but not one I recognized. I mulled over whether to answer it for a few seconds, but finally did. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hello?
Them: This is the City Police Department. Where are you located?
Me: Uhh.. umm.. my home..
Them: Where exactly?
Me: Uhh.. [Address redacted]
Them: Sir, we had a record of your cell-phone calling 911.
Me: Huh? That's impossible, my phone is right next to me and I've been sleeping..
Them: Well, we're having an officer respond. Can you please meet them outside?
Me: Ok...

So, I wander outside in my pajamas and tell Valerie what happened. That is when she told me that apparently Brandon had been playing with my old deactivated cell phone and somehow not only turned it on, but also called 911 on it. She saw what he did and tried to end the call, but as you can see it was too late. Apparently, you can still call 911 on deactivated phones and they must maintain the record of the last phone number that was activated on it.

Anyway, I went to meet the officers out front (they did not seem able/willing to find the apartment - not comforting) and sheepishly told them what happened. One of them did not seem to be the least bit interested (he was picking at his hands or something), but the other guy at least asked if everything was ok. I assured them that everything was fine, apologized for the inconvenience and bid them a good night.

So, I went upstairs and back to bed - thankful that someone at the city's emergency dispatch will actually receive our 911 cell phone calls, but just a bit apprehensive about who they send. But hey, at least I know that Brandon will call for help if we ever need it.