Will the owner of the silver Porsche 911 next door please switch his alarm off.

I’m going to go insane.

I'm at my parents for the weekend and an ambulance just showed up.

Everyone here is fine and my niece told them that before they got out the stretcher. But this has happened before.

When the local counties were mandated to change their addresses in order to work with the 911 system over ten years ago, they somehow forgot to consult each other. As a result, people on the same road in Marshall, Morgan and Cullman counties still, even today, share the same addresses. I’m not sure if this was the fault of the post offices or the counties, but it seems likely to never get fixed.

So if you put my parents’ address into your GPS, it will take you, without fail, to a grouchy older couple’s home about ten miles away. Their gifts and packages go there unless the person delivering actually knows them (the FedEx people try to keep each other informed, and US Mail works). The other couple angrily sends anything back instead of just calling my folks to pick them up.

The cable company technician didn’t believe my parents had a dish when he came to cut off their cable, and searched and searched to no avail.

Friends passing through call and say they stopped by, but no one was home, even though my folks were here waiting.

For some reason the ambulance comes here, but the old man fortunately survived his heart attack a few years ago even with the delay. Today of course, I don’t know; hopefully they’ll be okay this Easter weekend.

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