Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Flashback: You Had To Be There #1
Wink: Does your train of thought have a caboose?
Many many years ago when my wife and I were expecting our first addition, we were living in a very remote community. In fact there was 186 miles of dirt road to get there, although once there the community was moderately large with night clubs, restaurants and other things you would only find in a city.
Well in the middle of the early morning it was time to go. Upon arrival at the hospital we
find it locked, and no amount of pounding on the door got any attention. Downtown to the pay phone we go, the pains are getting too close for comfort. I spring out of the phone booth and off we go to the next one. "What's wrong?", she asks. "No phone book", I reply, "I don't know the number."
At the second phone booth I pop in and out in a few seconds. "There's a button off to the side about two feet from the door they told me", I say to her in pain. "Good thing there was a phone book in that one", she says. "There wasn't", I reply, "I called information!"
[Don't anyone ask me if the first phone booth had an information.]
"A little nervous?" she teases, as the attendents meet us at the door. "Nope, not me", I say confidently. And a short time later we were three.
Now what do you suppose happened when it was time for the second child? Stay tuned...
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Many many years ago when my wife and I were expecting our first addition, we were living in a very remote community. In fact there was 186 miles of dirt road to get there, although once there the community was moderately large with night clubs, restaurants and other things you would only find in a city.
Well in the middle of the early morning it was time to go. Upon arrival at the hospital we
find it locked, and no amount of pounding on the door got any attention. Downtown to the pay phone we go, the pains are getting too close for comfort. I spring out of the phone booth and off we go to the next one. "What's wrong?", she asks. "No phone book", I reply, "I don't know the number."At the second phone booth I pop in and out in a few seconds. "There's a button off to the side about two feet from the door they told me", I say to her in pain. "Good thing there was a phone book in that one", she says. "There wasn't", I reply, "I called information!"
[Don't anyone ask me if the first phone booth had an information.]
"A little nervous?" she teases, as the attendents meet us at the door. "Nope, not me", I say confidently. And a short time later we were three.
Now what do you suppose happened when it was time for the second child? Stay tuned...
This work by NSCAVE is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License
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