Do you have an emergency, sir?

 

Yes, I do. My emergency is my phone don’t work.

 

Forty eight-year-old Michael Skopec was so upset with his iPhone that he called 911 in Kendall County,Illinois.

 

How about I smash this phone on floor, ok? Why can’t I dial the numbers I used to be able to dial?

 

I do not know that.

 

Skopec didn't call 911 once, he didn’t call twice, he called 5 times.

 

Call one.

 

You’re tying up a phone line.

 

I know, I know I’m doing that, but it ain’t my fault. It’s AT&T’s fault.

 

And here’s how call number two ended.

 

Thank you. God  (EXPLETIVE DELETED)  yourself.

 

You have a good night sir.

 

Now Skopec did have a reason for calling 911. He said it was the only number his phone could dial.

 

By call number three, even the dispatcher was still remarkably patient considering police described Skopec as appearing intoxicated.

 

The best bet is to probably either go to AT&T’s store or…

 

Well, how about I just blow this phone up?

 

Hey, can’t scare an iPhone with threats, they’ve even been blended.

 

By Skopec’s fourth call, the dispatcher tried getting his address.

 

We can have an officer come out and maybe he can help you.

 

He can’t help me.

 

How do you know?

 

Because they’ll shoot me with a gun.

 

Oh.

 

By call number 5, the dispatcher’s just about had it.

 

You mean you’re gonna waste a police officer’s time to come out?

 

Well, you’re wasting my time sir.

 

Well, it’s easier to waste your time than the police officer’s.

 

Why is it easier to waste my time?

 

As for the idea of sending an officer…

 

Well, that’s pretty dumb.

 

On whose part?

 

His final words to the dispatcher…

 

All right, whatever. Go to hell.

 

You’re really a very nice person, sir.

 

When police arrived, they arrested Skopec for obstructing an officer, even the Skopec probably thought the iPhone was obstructing him.

 

Have you been drinking tonight, sir?

 

No.

 

OK.

 

No, I’m just not very smart.

 

Unlike his phone, Jeanne Moos,CNN.

 

What the hell’s wrong with my phone?

 

New York.