Here it’s 112, my first time was when I was stranded on the emergency lane of the highway. I was driving a van and parts of one of my tires were strewn across the right lane.

In my country you’re supposed to call the emergency number when your car breaks down on the highway, even when you’ve made it to the emergency lane. You’ll be towed to the nearest safe place by a salvage company, at no expense. Of course, how you get underway again from that point is your own problem.

At any rate, before you get towed they’ll usually display either a big red cross (to indicate a closed lane) or a reduced maximum speed on the matrix signs (present every few kilometres on most highways) for the adjacent lane to make the situation a bit safer.

In my case they closed the right lane to prevent cars hitting the debris of my tire and to make sure that the government agency in charge could clean up the mess. It was unfortunate to see how many people just ignore the red crosses.

I also learned about rethreaded tires that day. We bought that van not too long ago, the tire profile looked as if they were quite new and should have lasted for thousands of kilometres at least. But apparently revising tires by stripping of the old threading and basically glueing on a new one is a thing. In our case the thread came off suddenly. So screw that shit, only new tires for me.

I was driving home in a blizzard and saw a van go off the road and flip over into the woods. I stopped, called 911, told them the highway, direction and mile marker. They asked me how the occupants were, but I was still walking to them as I was making the call. They were fine, but shooken up. Waited about ten minutes for emergency people to show up and left pretty quickly after.

Glad you were there to help him, OP. That’s crazy you never heard anything about him after that.

First time I remember calling 911 was after I’d dumped a girlfriend and she threatened to overdose on some prescription meds I’d left at her place. I was in another country and immediately called emergency services in her city. They promised me they were on their way to her and we ended the call. I was feeling more exasperated than anything, because I knew she was doing it to get my attention, but if someone threatens to overdose then you get them help.

A couple days later she left me a very angry voicemail. They’d come to her parents’ place and taken her against her will to a psychiatric ward where she was forced to spend 24 hours without her phone or any possessions. After she was released she was ordered to attend counseling for some months. She was so upset and embarrassed. But the system worked as it should, she learned a valuable lesson and last I heard she’s doing fine.

I don’t know if it’s strange, but I’ve never called the police yet.

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Car engine fire in parking lot near house where I was living. Guy asked me to call it in so I did. He managed to put out the fire himself before the cops got there.

i was just chilling at home and my roommate came home from work. he had some weed which we promptly smoked. while hanging out he mentioned that on his walk home, some kids had yelled out some obscenities at him as they drove by and that he gave them the finger as they drove off. this was a normal occurance for him, he was a tall skinny goth guy covered in tattoos who always wore NIN shirts and combat boots.

a few minutes after saying that, there was a loud knocking on the front door. he answers it and it was the same kids. when i say kids i mean high school age, between 16 and 20 years old approximately. there were 4 of them. they immediately push him and move inside, then start attacking him. me, stoned and in a sudden panic, grab my phone and run, dialing 911. i put the phone up to my ear and hear ‘we’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service’. i look and i saw i typed the right number. i tried again. still nothing. the service must have been out or i had a bad connection or something, i don’t know.

i knew my roommate wasn’t going to be doing well since it was 4 on 1 and he was a lover, not a fighter. i looked around for a weapon and saw a golf club. i don’t know why we had a golf club in our kitchen. neither of us golfed. i charged back into the room and sure enough, the roommate was not doing very well. he was on the ground and bleeding heavily from a cut on his forehead, trying to sheild himself from the kids as they all rained their fists down onto him.

i started swinging the club, catching 2 of them with it and dropping them. one of them i know i broke their collarbone, i felt it snap. the second i hit hard enough to lose my grip on the golf club. i turned to the third one and gave him a couple snap kicks to the stomach then head, then did a beautiful, unbelievable axe kick, dropping it right onto the top of his head. the fourth kid ran and the rest of them all scurried out afterwards, some with assistance from me picking them up off the ground and throwing them towards the door.

once they were all gone, i tried calling 911 again. this time, it actually worked. i still don’t know why it didn’t the first time. the police showed up and we gave them our reports of what happened. while giving the reports they got called on the radio and we learned that 2 of the kids checked into the hospital. one was 19 and the other was 17. the cops asked if we wanted to press charges against the 19 year old. we said no, just wanted the whole ordeal to be over.

the roommate was fine, just needed a bandaid and didn’t bother going to the hospital despite the cops suggestion. over the next few months he told everyone he encountered about how i was a ninja and how he’s never seen anyone kick ass like i did that day. many people didn’t believe it, as i am usually a very calm and peaceful person. adrenaline had just taken over i suppose. never heard from or saw the kids ever again.