Text Messages Make For Long Trip - May. 14, 2010
Taking the youngest daughter to school is always a pleasure.
You have to know her.
Bright and cheery, she can turn gloom into fun with a look, a suggestion or a comment. It is about seven minutes to school, but trust me, it is an engaging 420 seconds with her beside me.
She was all aglee this morning because of what happened on the basketball court last night. She went to see her older sister play and the squad was short. I always make sure her gear is with us because you never know. Sure enough.
The chance to play with the big kids is something she does on a regular basis in a UNB spring league and last night was another chance in a different league. She dropped 16 on the big kids last night and that is what she wanted to talk about.
"Did you see me find the open lanes?" she asked.
The trip was not long enough. As we pulled in toward her school, the familiar texting noise went off on the cellphone.
"Text, dude," she said.
Kissed her goodbye and pulled out of the schoolyard to find a place to pull over. Not easy when there are busses, cars, children.
Found a spot. Checked the text.
It was Ashley.
"Are you up?" it said.
Am I up? It was 7:55 a.m. What in the heck did he think I was doing with work and getting the girls off to school?
"Yep," I texted back.
My brow was furrowed. He is opening Animal Essentials this morning so I figured something must be up.
Some two kilometres later, the bleep went off again.
Cripes. Times two.
Pulled over again.
"Sorry, mate, but I left my keys at my parents. Can I get a spare one from you?" it read.
You have to be kidding.
Instead of taking the three minutes to tap something back to him, I called Shelley at home. Told her my dilemma that I may never get to work if this keeps up so could she call Ashley?
Turns out Ash has changed his cell number.
"What is the new number?" Shelley asked.
"For the love of all that is holy, I do not know. The number is on my cell."
Still parked, I called him.
"Call Shelley," I said..."and leave me alone."
Figuring all was done, I was getting closer to work, driving through the industrial park and listening - wait for this - to Joan Jett singing I Hate Myself For Loving You. Through it all, I wondered if the noise I heard was my cell or Joan's band.
Turns out it was my phone.
I pulled over by the old print shop.
"Ashley has yet to call," said Shelley.
"Call him," I said.
"I do not have his new number."
So, I had to hang up from her, roll through my contact list on the phone, find the number, memorize it and call her back.
Far as I know, she did call him. Far as I know, he came to pick up the key. Far as I know, Animal Essentials is open considering it is 9:05 a.m. as I write this.
Far as I know I had better call the shop to make sure he is indeed there.
Although I could text him considering I am sitting now.
If you are in the store today and see him, ask him if he is up yet.
And let him know to carry his keys with him from now on.