It’s Open House week, so I only have time for a brief post this morning. Luckily, I saw the perfect blogging fodder on my way to the coffee shop!
Most days of the week, I take the Dodge Expressway from my home in West Omaha to school in Dundee. On Wednesdays, however, I take Blondo Street so I can stop and get coffee for my husband, then drop it off at Preco. Driving down the two-lane portion of Blondo, I was anxiously awaiting the spot just east of 138th where the two lanes become four. I had been following a little white car and I was certain the person driving was either elderly or Ben Darling (read – a slow driver).
We got to 138th, I swept around the white car and continued on my way. As the roadways often go, the car and I ended up next to each other at a stop light (120 and Blondo). I glanced to my left and think my jaw may have actually dropped open.
The driver was probably about 35 (but not Ben Darling).
There were two passengers – I estimate them at 75 and 77.
Both were had their faces turned down to their phones and their fingers were tapping away at the screens.
Uh – what?
I’m accustomed to seeing teens on their phones in the car, and even husbands and wives. But this older couple riding with their son/grandson made me chuckle. They also made me realize how vastly different the world has become since the time I was in school (you know, back in high school, when everyone had pagers?). And it also made me realize something else.
Mom – the time has come. You need to start texting.