Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Driving and Cell Phones

I was talking to a good friend yesterday. We were both driving. I rarely talk on my cell phone while out and it used to be that no one even had the number, but in this day and age with caller ID and the fact that I now use my cell for all my long distance calls, people know my number.
So my friend, AM, calls as Puddin' Pop and I are driving home from dance class, we chat for a little and then AM gets a little panicky, says something about a problem with her car and hangs up.
This is why you should not talk while driving. I was concerned about my friend and called her an hour later to make sure she was okay. She had been out running errands and her car started acting up.
She was fortunate enough to find a repair shop close to where she was and after having her car checked out and finding that she needed a timing belt replacement, she inquired about her auto repair estimate as well as how long the shop would have to keep the car.
The shop was open until 10:00pm so she left the car, took a bus home and was lucky to get her car back later last night.
She was leery about riding the bus as it had been more than 20 years since she had had to do so. I had to chuckle listening to her ask the bus driver how much a ride would cost. I would have had to do the same thing, but probably would have called a friend for a ride instead. I would have picked up this friend too, except she's in Michigan and I'm in Virginia.

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