I just got back from the 6 hour shlepp to pick up my boybies. They just spent some time with their Dad and we have this deal where we meet halfway between NY and Montreal for the hand-off.
So this time, driving back, I had Squiggy in the front with me. Maybe he is just getting to the age where he is looking at how people drive, or maybe he just never thought about it before.
About 10 miles down the highway, he starts to panic. “Ima, why are your feet not on the pedals? Ima – that’s dangerous, you need to use your feet”. I just smiled, thinking he was yanking my chain. Doesn’t everyone know about Cruise Control? But he was really scared. Lenny, in the back, was laughing. He’s a year away from his learner’s permit, he knows “everything”.
I then explained to Squiggy and whoever else wanted to listen, what cruise control was and how it is used. I made sure however, to press the point, that even when using cruise control, you have to steer and you have to be aware of the road. It isn’t a tool so that you can be less vigilant of the roads.
I will never forget his face – Use your feet, Ima!!
We had a wonderful Shabbat near Washington with family. Truly restful and full of great food and company.
We left right after Shabbat and of course because we had a long drive home (4 hours or so) we needed to fill our veins with caffeine. So we stopped off at a 7-11 before hitting the highway. Generally, when you get coffee from a 7-11 establishment you can choose between putting milk, cream, or non-dairy creamer in your coffee. This place only had half and half which the KoD and I do not add to our coffee. We like coffee with MILK. No substitutes.
So we asked the employee if she could provide us with milk for our coffee. She said that we had to use what was there. We explained to her that it was cream or half and half and that we wanted normal milk. It took her a long time to understand exactly what it was that we wanted. Then she explained to us that half and half IS milk with water added. Really? I never knew that. She refused to give us any milk. How hard could it have been to open a bottle of milk so that we could have our coffee the way we like it? She acted as if we were asking her to compromise her principles or something. Discussing with her did not help. Surely we couldn’t have been the only customers to ever ask for milk?!
We left. Obviously we were not going to get anywhere with her. We drove a couple of blocks to another 7-11. They had milk there. Several types. All waiting to be poured into our coffee. We told the employee there what happened at the other one. He shook his head in amazement.
We were thankful to have coffee in hand, and we hit the road. Now, every time we go into a 7-11 for coffee we will think “Got Milk?”