Remember this quote from the movie Cool Hand Luke? " What we've got here is a failure to communicate". I felt like that this week.
Mom had an early doctor's appointment Thursday morning. Normally this is not a big deal, but this particular morning it was raining so hard it felt like someone had opened full force faucets (say that 10 times really fast) in the sky. I had a ginormous umbrella and still got soaked walking the 30 feet to the car.
Because I am a kind person (but not sweet, as I have repeatedly been told) I called Mom right before turning onto her street to tell her to meet me at her basement garage door. I could turn around in her driveway, pick her up at the door, knowing she would only have about a foot to navigate in the rain. I pulled into the drive and saw her standing in the garage doorway wearing her decades old mauve hooded raincoat, with a bewildered look peeking through the fabric surrounding her face.
After maneuvering the car so she had mere inches to walk through the rain, but I noticed she was making no attempt to get into my car. I rolled down the window and saw More confusion. She yelled through the pounding rain that she didn't know how to close the door.
Mom has a garage door opener and I truly don't know if she had ever exited and closed it unless she was in her car, which has the remote affixed to her driver's side visor. I yelled through the window, " Just press the black button mounted on the wall by the door."
She did as instructed and I watched the garage door close with her inside the basement. Silly me! I had neglected to mention if she wanted to close the door and get in the car it would not work very well unless she actually exited the garage immediately after pushing the button. I guess I am just stupid like that.
Mom had an early doctor's appointment Thursday morning. Normally this is not a big deal, but this particular morning it was raining so hard it felt like someone had opened full force faucets (say that 10 times really fast) in the sky. I had a ginormous umbrella and still got soaked walking the 30 feet to the car.
Because I am a kind person (but not sweet, as I have repeatedly been told) I called Mom right before turning onto her street to tell her to meet me at her basement garage door. I could turn around in her driveway, pick her up at the door, knowing she would only have about a foot to navigate in the rain. I pulled into the drive and saw her standing in the garage doorway wearing her decades old mauve hooded raincoat, with a bewildered look peeking through the fabric surrounding her face.
After maneuvering the car so she had mere inches to walk through the rain, but I noticed she was making no attempt to get into my car. I rolled down the window and saw More confusion. She yelled through the pounding rain that she didn't know how to close the door.
Mom has a garage door opener and I truly don't know if she had ever exited and closed it unless she was in her car, which has the remote affixed to her driver's side visor. I yelled through the window, " Just press the black button mounted on the wall by the door."
She did as instructed and I watched the garage door close with her inside the basement. Silly me! I had neglected to mention if she wanted to close the door and get in the car it would not work very well unless she actually exited the garage immediately after pushing the button. I guess I am just stupid like that.