Kaitlyn and I called Bill to say goodnight. He’s been gone just shy of a week. I suffered through the weekend alone with a migraine, a prescription for migraine relief that had run out, and a four year old. Thank goodness I’d recorded a couple of Christmas specials on the Tivo! Bill, meanwhile, went to London on Saturday then went to Toys R Us on Sunday. He says he did not have a good time in London. Well, I did not have a good time throwing up from the migraine, but I think we hit different spots on the good time scale.
Anyway, so we called him tonight. And he said oh, let me put the phone down for a second, it’s my turn to bowl.
I realize that you cannot go on a business trip and do nothing but work. Naturally, one has to eat. Naturally, on the weekend, one should take the train to London. But… does one really have to bowl? And if one is bowling, wouldn’t it be wiser to not answer mid-bowl and to step outside and return the call? (If you aren’t sure of the answer… it’s yes.)
I know it shouldn’t, but this is really going to bug me.
As your father, I do try to stay out of the domestic affairs of my two children. I do have one comment to make, however, in this instance. Only an engineer would travel to London on the weekend, one of the world’s most exciting, diverse, stimulating cities with nightlife that won’t quit, and go bowling.
Stop worrying.
I assume, fyi, that you were not upset at Bill being rude to his co-bowlers by talking on a cellphone, disturbing the tranquility of their approaches down the alley.
Ah, for the record, Bill did not bowl in London. There he rode the top deck of a double-decker bus in the cold drizzle. Then complained it wasn’t fun. He bowled in the town where he’s working.
The jury is in. Bowling is nothing to be upset about, regardless of where it’s done, even in a back alley.