incidents in their brain at various times. Yes, memories of experiences come to mind when I'm sitting on queue at a drive-through or waiting for a dentist or doctor appointment, or perhaps waiting for an oil change. And it's a little like a home movie for private viewing (good gracious it's good it's not shown publicly!).
Sitting in line at Starbuck's this a.m. with girl child in car. She offered to pay for our beverages and then had to get out of the car to get her purse out of the back seat. Not a big deal even if it did resemble a comedy sketch to on-lookers (just saying). It reminded me, nonetheless, of an incident with first hubby at least 40 years ago.
Let me explain first that I did not drive until after I had children; believe it or not, a 20th century American woman that did not drive. Parents saw no reason for me to drive and would have none of it. Once I was married and had kids, though, something had to give: drive or lose my mind. Actually, I did both.
Anyway, first hubby and I were in a drive-through at the bank and everything was taking too long to suit him. He often had trouble with how the world was run by others; he certainly knew a better way and would often tell them. At this particular time, however, with cars in front of and behind us, he opted to simply get out of the car and go into the bank.
And there I sat in the passenger seat, having never driven a vehicle, with the folk inside the bank and in cars behind me staring in amazement. As I would have done, had someone else left their vehicle in the line. Well, necessity demands response, so I got into the driver's seat and moved the car forward past the window and out of the line. No, I didn't drive after that until I was required in another way to do so. Picture it: mother at home with three wee ones and no transportation 'cause hubby is out of town.
There are many more scenes I could relate; they will come to mind after a comment, a song, an event stirs my RAM and I review. Let's leave those for other times.
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