"'Did you see the mouse?' I asked.
"'No, but I know it was a mouse,'" she replied.
"Me: 'How do you know?'
"The woman: 'Because my cat chased him into the box.'
"Me: 'Why did you put your foot into the box if you knew there was a mouse in there?'
"Woman: 'I didn’t think mice bit.'
"Me: 'Maybe it was a rat.'
"Woman: 'No, it was a mouse.'
"Me: 'Are you sure?'
"It went on like this for a bit. The wound was minuscule, barely bleeding, but in her mind it was a full-blown emergency, and she thought she was going to get rabies or worse. I just rolled my eyes and told her to get into the ambulance." -- Michael Morse, former medic and first responder, EMS1.com contributor
Sometimes first responders fight the bad guys
"We responded to one middle-aged female who called 911 for an unknown problem. We knocked on her door, to only see her open it a crack, peer out, and ask in a suspicious tone, 'Are you the good guys, or are you with those bad guys in those trees?' Since we were the only two people there, we were pretty confident in our good-guy status and were granted entry.