Well, not me, but my wife....
The bacground: We like in the U.S. Of course.mMy wife is Asian, and talks to her sister in her home country almost every day.
Well, recently we went on a trip to Europe for a couple of weeks and due to a problem with the airline, we ended up taking more than 20 hours to get home, and were probably awake close to 30 hours, not counting attempts to nap on the plane. Anyhow we get home about 2 a.m. and we are fried. We dump the suitcases in our living room and scatter things about, and my wife calls her sister to tell her we made it home safely albeit many hours late. I pay no attention -just strip off my travel-dirty clothes down to my boxers and tee-shirt, let my hippy-hair loose and have a cold, delicious beer. My wife after a few minutes goes off to shower.
I am sitting on the living room floor in my shorts pulling souvenirs and dirty clothes out of our bags when the doorbell rings....at 2:30 pm. A little paranoid, but beer in hand, I go to the door Who is it?, I ask in that who the fuck are YOU, asshole at 2:30 in the morning? tone.
POLICE! Open the door!
Surprised, I do as instructed, standing before a giant young crisply dressed Texas Cop, with my long hair wild, unshaven, holding a beer, in boxers and a tee-shirt I've been wearing for the past couple of days. Perhaps I smell a bit, and not just of beer.
Where is your wife? I want to see her! demands the cop.
You can't right now, she's taking a shower, I explained.
The cop looks past me, and sees the scattered clothes and suitcases. He gives me an angry look and puts hand on his gun. Sir, I want to see your wife and see her *right now!**
I know when I'm (about to be) beat, so I lead him through the house, through the master bedroom with its unslept in bed, and knock on the door to the bath.
Darling, a policeman is here and wants to talk to you
She opens the bathroom door, sees this giant policeman, screams and slams the bathroom door shut!
I turn to look at the cop, and he has the angriest look I have ever seen on a man but his fucking service pistol pointed at me looks even angrier.
Tell her to open the door Now! She does so and the cop says, He won't hurt you any more ma'am.
After some confusion, we all discover that instead of dialing 011 to make an international call, my tired wife had dialed 911 about five times, hanging up each time as soo as she realised her tired fingers had made a mistake. When 911 called back, she thought it was just some wrong number at 2:30 am and just hung up immediately on them.
TL/DR: Tired wife dials 911 instead of 011 about 5 times and hangs up. Policeman damn near shoots me for being a drunken wife beater who stopped her from leaving me