Snow, Sharpies and street signs. Oh my!

Work is so entertaining sometimes.

Today was such a Monday (I know it's really Tuesday, but it was my Monday), and the silliest things were making us all laugh.

But I think this one takes the cake.

Officer over the radio: This is going to be a 3-car 2-car accident.
Me: How the hell do you have a 3-car 2-car accident? What the heck is 3-car 2-car?
Co-Worker: I have no idea what he's talking about.
Me: Did he mean like, 3 cars versus 2 cars?
Co-Worker: Maybe? And maybe that's his way of saying 5, because it's too big a number to say the real way. He has to add them up.
Officer: This is actually going to be 1 car versus a fire hydrant.
Me: What the heck? How do you go from "3-car 2-car" to five cars, then down to one car? And where did the fire hydrant come from?
Co-Worker: Subtraction, maybe? 3 - 2 = 1?

A few minutes later:

Officer: I'll be clear the accident. They've exchanged information.
Me: What the hell? Who exchanged information? The vehicle and the fire hydrant?
Co-Worker: Yeah. The fire hydrant whipped out a sharpie and said to the car "write your number on me".

Also, the woman who called me to say that her daughter "got in an altercation with a stop sign" (AKA she ran the thing over with her car) was pretty entertaining, too.

Seriously, everyone was getting in fights with inanimate objects today. And the inanimate object usually won. Except for the stop sign. May it rest in peace.

I love my job.

And the fact that no one can drive in the snow.