Hey Ho the Hols

Just got back from the holiday and it was really nice, thank you very much. We took two cars because the grandchildren’s safety seats took up a complete back seat in one car. Son-in-law drove the lead car with me as passenger while Daughter drove the second car and Mrs.Yuteman refereed the kids.

I must tell you that son-in-law is a thoroughly decent chap. He is a brilliant Dad and my daughter could not wish for a better husband – but he is a technology nut. Show him a hideously complicated electronic way of doing something and he is straight in to it like a circus performer doing a high dive into a teacup. He demonstrated this admirably on our way up the coast.

I had noticed that he had something resembling a very old dog turd stuck across his ear and I just had to ask about it.
“Blue tooth.” He said, although it looked nothing like a tooth. I assumed it must be the dental equivalent of a copper bracelet and designed to relieve the pain of this ‘blue tooth’ thing he suffered from – but no. It was some communication method involving mobile phones and whatnot. He said he would demonstrate for the benefit of his pathetically ignorant Pa-in-law. Then he clearly spoke my daughters name and he winked confidently at me. Nothing happened so he spoke her name again, a little louder this time. Still nothing, and so it escalated. Eventually son-in-law was screaming my daughter’s name at the top of his voice and pounding the steering wheel with frustration. Finally, he had some sort of connection and began to say “Hello.”
The ‘hellos’ went on for a few kilometres until it became obvious he could hear daughter but she couldn’t hear him. He tried to tell her they would stop at the next ‘services’ for lunch but he was wasting his time. I could stand it no longer.

I leaned over the seat and waved to my daughter through the back window until I had her attention. I then gave the universal sign for eating and then held up two fingers followed by an exaggerated pointing motion off to the left. Daughter nodded. Two kilometres later, we turned off and had our lunch.

To be fair, by the end of the hols, they had the blue tooth thing sorted and it worked very well – most of the time.