There are about half a dozen individuals on my street, myself included, that wear hearing aids. While our neighborhood is not considered a retirement center, or anything, a number of us mature folks have decided it is the place we'd like to live the most.
One particularly hectic day on my way to my audiologist appointment, I was discouraged to learn they were doing street repairs just around the corner and out of site from my driveway. Because there is only one way in and out of our cul-de-sac, I was forced to wait in line with at least 4 other cars heading the same direction as I was.
For about 15 minutes or so, we were detained. As I sat there, I noticed the driver of the car in front of me was a good friend and neighbor. In my rear view mirror I found another favorite buddy of mine. After a while my two friends saw me exit my vehicle, and they joined me for a chat while we waited.
To our mutual surprise we discovered all of us were leaving the neighborhood for the very same reason: we all had appointments to get our hearing aids checked. Laughing, we decided to car pool, and actually ended up starting a regular shuttle service that saved everyone time and travel money.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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