I was on the phone on hold. On holdonholdonholdonholdyourcallisnotreallyimportanttousorwewouldanswerit borrrrrrringgggggg…
I have got to come up with a way to hold a phone close enough to my ears so I can hear on it while being able to knit. I already always have it on speakerphone as I hold it up. There’s got to be a way.
I glanced out my window; the young mom across the street was standing looking in the window of her new car. That was a bit odd.
And still was a few minutes later. (Still on hold.)
And still was a few minutes later. (Still on hold.)
I hung up on the voicelessmail and went over there to see if I could help. I’d guessed right; her baby was locked in there. Her own car, you couldn’t do that, but this was a rental and you could.
She’d called the rental company. They told her it would be at least an hour and were not the least bit moved by a crying small baby locked in a car. Could a friend go and pick up a spare key from them? No. She called a tow truck; he said he couldn’t get to her anytime soon either. Bag that. She called 911, and the firemen and a firewoman were wonderful and came straightaway. They had the equipment to hopefully unlock the door, but said they would break a window if need be. The mom said fine. They agreed with her that her baby was all that mattered; he was pretty distraught in there.
I was impressed at how gentle they were with the mom. The older of the men told her he’d done that too once back in the day with his own baby. The firewoman smiled at the baby and told the mom how cute he was. They not only helped her with her car, they helped her feel supported in a situation that was very hard on her.
Good folks. I was impressed.
And the knitter in me is wondering what to make her small son to help her feel better…