"This is the (my kid's school) Campus Police. I'm looking for (my kid)."

<p>This is the beginning of a message on my answering machine. Certainly had my heart stopped until I heard the rest. Turned out her license plate and the bracket had fallen off her car and had been found. Next message was my daughter asking for help getting the bracket reinstalled.</p>

<p>I hope this is the ONLY phone call I get from the campus police.</p>

<p>Don't you just love those kinds of messages? Do the people that leave them have children? </p>

<p>Glad all is okay though.</p>

<p>Yikes! Glad it was something minor!</p>

<p>Oh, geez. I freaked just reading the title of your thread!</p>

<p>I would have had to make an appointment to have the new gray hair covered, like tomorrow!!! Oh my--way to age a person!!!</p>

<p>If they'd only left out the one word "police", they could have prevented a near heart attack. Wow, not people who are able to put themselves in others' shoes are they?</p>

<p>Good lord, that scared ME, and I'm a student!!!</p>

<p>My parents would FLIP if that ever happened.</p>

<p>Glad it turned out better than the title suggested!</p>

<p>I received a call from my gynecologist last week, the day after my appointment. I almost had a heart attack when he identified himself. Fortunately, after telling me who it was, he immediately said, "There's nothing wrong ..." The blood began pumping again! We had discussed a medical issue my son has & he was calling to tell me he'd talked to the surgeon he'd told me about. Whew!!!</p>

<p>At one point in my son's high school career I asked his advisor to ALWAYS preface phone calls to me with "Everything is OK" if it was a routine call or scheduling etc.</p>

<p>haha. I got one of these phone calls on Friday night. Come to find out, they didn't have his cell phone on record and they needed to contact him about moving his car to another lot. It's funny how a million thoughts can go through your mind within the few seconds of reading "Campus Police" on the Caller ID and pressing the "talk" button on the phone.</p>

<p>Reminds me of a phone call I got from our local police department one night, "We recovered your stolen car." I was very surprised because we were unaware that there WAS any stolen car--two were at home & the third was with my husband. They proceeded to ask where my husband was & I asked them what made them think the car was stolen? They said it had been left parked at the major shopping center with the lights on. I asked if there were signs of struggle, forced entry or anything else that lead them to believe there had been a theft and recovery & they conceeded, "No."</p>

<p>Hubby turned up hours later & was surprised that such a fuss had been made about him leaving the car parked with the lights on in the shopping center parking lot (he had been out for drinks & dinner with an out-of-town friend). </p>

<p>It was a few anxious hours--people should really THINK before they make these phone calls & scare us so!</p>

<p>My heart attack moment was 11 years ago when swimcat was 8. She had badly broken her ankle in 3 places and had had surgery to put pins in it. A couple of days after coming out of hospital she wanted to go to a girl scout meeting. Her first outing since the surgery I guided her up the stairs on her crutches and rather nervously left her there. Returned a couple of hours later to find an ambulance with it's lights flashing sitting outside the entrance to the church. Rushed in heart racing and sure enough there was swimcat sitting up on a table having her vitals taken by an fireman/EMT. 'What happened' I blurted out to be met with a rather blank look from the fireman. Turned out the program for the day was a visit by the ambulance crew. They were lucky they didn't end up with a real patient to deal with - me!</p>

<p>^ that's hilarious! Oh what we moms have to go through..</p>

<p>LWMD: Reminded me of a story...</p>

<p>Years ago while in college my brother had driven to a concert a couple of hundred miles away. On the drive back, he was very tired, so he pulled off to the side of the road to sleep for a while, leaving the keys in the ignition. IN HIS SLEEP he started the car and began driving down the highway (thank goodness he went very slowly) and hit the end of a bridge (very little damage to his car - none to the occupants). He had a habit of occasionally sleepwalking; this was the one and only sleepdriving incident.</p>

<p>A state trooper called my parents at 3 a.m. "This is the state patrol and your son is fine," was the first thing he said. He then went on to explain what had happened. It was very kind of them to phrase it so thoughtfully. Wish yours had been the same :)</p>

<p>Such stories. I am so grateful for the calls from school or camp (nurses's office, etc.) that start with, "Everything's fine. We just wanted to tell you blah blah blah."</p>

<p>So true re: the 'please tell me all is fine first.' My parents used to watch my young son while I was in grad school/working. My mom would occasionally call me and say, seriously, "Jolynne, I have something to tell you..." ACK! It usually turned out that son had some interesting school project, family was going out to dinner and wanted to let me know where, or the like.</p>

<p>I said, "Please tell me there is nothing wrong, first, especially when you use your 'deathly serious' voice!!!"</p>

<p>I got a call for my son who is in school across the country that started, "this is Sargeant blah blah". After my heart stopped I realized it was a recruiting officer for the Army.<br>
One thing I always appreciate is that when the owner of the barn where DD's horse is boarded calls she always starts with "this isn't an emergency."</p>

<p>OMG, HImom--that reminded me of the call about 5 years ago from the local security (we live in an unincorporated part of a city, so there's a security service) 5 a.m. "Is there a reason why your car is on top of a fence on XX street?" Ummm, no, the car is in the garage....</p>

<p>My favorite moment was dh slogging up the driveway to the detached garage in his little plaid furry bathrobe. He looks at the garage, ***** his head to the side, and slowly slogs back down the driveway. Car had been stolen out of our garage (he left that little plastic key in the hidden console) and driven about a mile through the "hood, missed a curve and landed on a fence... Never found the perp, and the car was totaled..... Thank goodness for insurance...</p>

<p>Wow, SJTH--at least your call had a reason--mine was just odd & scared the heck out of us for a while until we decided they were just leaping to conclusions because the headlights were left on. The car, by the way, was a 1983 Volvo which had seen better days--not the #1 item for thieves anyway.</p>

<p>This all reminds me of when I was driving my toddler & preschooler in my fairly new car. A police car was behind us & pulled me over. He said, "Do you know you're driving a stolen vehicle?" </p>

<p>I was indignant & upset, "No, I'm the only one who has ever owned this car, which I bought new. These are my two young children." </p>

<p>Officer called back to the station & stammered a belated apology--he or dispatcher was dyslexic & jumbled the license number. Our vehicle was NOT a stolen vehicle after all. Since then, I've been relucant to have any police officers behind me--I do what I can to get them in front of me instead.</p>