The final straw for me:
When the stolen car went through the intersection, smashed off of the curb, bounced into a parked car and plowed into the foundation of my house in Boston. All four tires blown out, hood popped, steam/smoke rolling out of the engine compartment...I repeat jammed into the foundation of my house.
Like a fool I called 911 and was told, IN SPANISH, to please wait, por favor, until an officer could answer the call. I hung up. I decided that the car could burst into flames and burn the house down. So I went outside and with my neighbor's help shoved the wreck into the middle of the street. That way the police had to deal with it since it was now blocking traffic.
I was younger then and thought that 911 was an emergency response system. I am older now and I know better than to rely on it.