My hope is that I have found the solution to one of the great problems plaguing mankind: My disappearing earbuds.
I know what you’re thinking: You’re thinking, “Mike, of all the troubles facing humanity, I HAVE been very concerned about your earbuds disappearing.”
For as long as I can remember, people have asked me, “Do you prefer Mike or Michael?”
And, of course, the answer is that I prefer Leonard.
Ok, so truth of the matter is, I don’t really care. And I tell people that when they ask. Whatever you want to call me is fine, as I answer to both Mike and Michael. (My wife calls me Michael, but it has very different meanings based on how she says it.)
My family went to dinner the other night. As we all got of the car, we stood at the back of the vehicle and waited for several cars to pass by until we crossed the parking lot to the restaurant.
As we walked, it occurred to me: Neither my wife nor I had not protected either of our children from wandering in front of the oncoming traffic. We hadn’t held a hand. We hadn’t extended the Uncrossable Parental Hand right in the midsection. We hadn’t even made that attention getting parenting noise you make when halting children. You know, that “Bempbempbemp! Stop!”
The other day I spent some time on the interstate. The kids were in the car with me, so I decided to play a fun game called “How Many People Have Wanton Disregard For Everyone Else on the Road?”
Spoiler alert: It’s a lot.