I just can't get over the surreality of my job sometimes.
I'm at work right now and we had a client call up, saying that their dog just collapsed next to them and they weren't sure if it was breathing any more. Sad story, but something that happens quite often with certain breeds.
Usually we'd have her bring the dog in as quickly as possible (house visits are not really feasible for anything but euthanasia for a number of reasons). Only problem in this case? She's on the local golf course - which is a proper, enormous 18 hole monster - at the 7th hole. And then she hung up on us. We didn't yet get a phone number to call her back.
So we just spend 10 minutes googling the golf course and calling their office (no answer), their shop (luckily someone answered, the next try would have been the bar) to figure out where the 7th hole is, so my nurse can drive up there and have a look around if there is any distressed woman, dead dog or anything else to be found.
You shouldn't have to make phone calls that start "I know this is going to sound crazy, but..." at work, I'm sure of it.