Land Of The Insane

It was not a full moon last night, but you would have thought it was.

I believe all of our crazy people have run out of their medicine because aside from a drunk guy, these are the only people who we dealt with yesterday and it started long before I ever got to work.

Crazy Lady called on 911 crying.  Crazy Deaf Wheelchair guy called 911 and screamed for a total of 3 and a half minutes straight, the time it took for the officers to get to his house.  Crazy Mexican Lady called because the black people kept calling her name.  We have other crazy people, but these are the ones that call at least every week and usually once per day and who all called last night on multiple occasions. 

Crazy Lady got asked to leave one of our convenience stores by the clerk and she had called about 5 times prior to the call I got... all for this same incident.

I never found out what Crazy Deaf Wheelchair was calling about.  He's the one who's deaf but who often calls about his neighbor's music being too loud yet he can't hear me on the phone and can not hear his doorbell or the officers banging on his door.  Not sure if this was what had him so upset last night, but it seems here lately, most of his calls to 911 have involved  a lot less words and a whole lot of screaming.  Last night there were no words at all.  It sounded as if he were being murdered.

And then there's Crazy Mexican Lady.  She often calls because of her daughter.  Her dead one.  The one that died 20+ years ago.  She often hears voices and often complains about people following her.  Black people's voices and black people stalkers.  Her words, not mine.

Then it died and I got a good nap in.  Nothing like feeling refreshed when  you get home from work.

So yeah... the crazies were out last night.