This past Sunday, my family headed out to a local farmstand. It was a perfect Fall day (I realize it's not OFFICIALLY Fall, but weather-wise it has been) and we felt the need to get some fresh Wisconsin apples and perhaps a pumpkin or two.
As we browsed the produce, a woman in a mini-van pulled in with her toddler daughter. She was having some trouble navigating the sharp curve of the driveway, as her head was tilted to the side, keeping her cellphone in place on her shoulder.
She exited her van, slid the side door open, and wrangled her kid out of her carseat...all without a break in her phone conversation. They walked towards the pumpkins, where the kid had a field day, running up and down the long, orange rows. Overjoyed at the sight of so many pumpkins, she tried in vain to get her mother's attention. Putting up her index finger, the mother mouthed "In a minute," and turned her back towards her daughter.
We went about our business of picking out some nice, crisp apples, when I see the duo walk up to the counter to pay for their produce. Even as she asked the salesperson about the price of a pumpkin, she barely stopped talking to whomever was on the other end of the line.
She then took her purchase, her kid (who had by now given up on getting mom's attention) and her cellphone and hopped back into her van. Having as much trouble navigating the driveway on her way out as she did on her entrance, the van disappeared in a cloud of gravel dust.
Years from now, I'm sure the little girl will look back on the day and say, "Remember when we used to go to the pumpkin farm and have mother-daughter time? I'd be laughing as I ran through the pumpkins and you'd be making calls....good times, Ma, good times."
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