So many things remind me of other things. Just the other day I was at the local mall along with some of my fellow CCRC residents. Our driver had dropped us off and indicated a return time that provided sufficient hours to shop and have lunch. This is a wonderful service, which I appreciate more and more. Now, we were waiting for our transportation home. Sometimes the driver would be a little late because he/she had a last minute detour. Sometimes one of our residents (we will not say who) is a little late arriving at the pick-up spot. Let’s admit it folks — shopping can be such a wonderful diverting activity. This is one of those circumstances when cell phones are a huge blessing.
But, what did this remind me of?
A very long time ago, in a place far, far away (well, not so far), I was a young teenager. During summer vacations and after school, I was obligated to go to my father’s place of business and play secretary. Usually, when I was there answering phones, my father was out on his “rounds.” Once a week it was customary for my mother to call me at the office and give me a shopping list. The supermarket was walking distance from the office, but a long way from home.
Therefore, when my father returned to the office near closing time, I walked to the market with the list and cash in my pocket. I did the assigned shopping and then waited outside for my father to drive past and pick me up. At least he was supposed to. Sometimes he was late because a customer came in. That was understood. But on numerous occasions, I waited and waited and waited. My father would forget to stop for me and just go straight home. Then my mother would send him back to get me. It was about an hour round trip, (if the traffic wasn’t too bad).
Just think what a cell phone could have done for us back then!