Friday - Keeping Up With The Jetsons
Dec. 9th, 2005 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was thinking about the conversation I had with Jeff just before I left. I was telling him about a little airplane-shaped riding toy that I had come across on the Internet that I thought would be cute for our son. Jeff is an aviation maintenance inspector, and aviation-themed toys are popular in our house.
Jeff got an annoyed look on his face. "Where's my flying car?" he asked. He has repeatedly complained that when he was a kid watching The Jetson's on TV, he always assumed that everyone would have flying cars by the time he grew up, or at least by the year 2000. The year 2000 has come and gone and he has yet to see a single flying car in his driveway; this has made him bitter with disappointment.
I glanced over at the corner of the bedroom where a pile of laundry was growing by the day. I reached down to pick up a piece of pine needle that had come in on the one of the dog's paws and rolled it between my thumb and pointer finger.
"The last time I saw your flying car," I told him, "our robot maid was leaving town in it."
He sighed and shook his head. "Damn her."
I dropped the pine needle back onto carpet and turned to leave the room. "Yes," I said, "damn her. If you can find her and bring her and the flying car back, that would be great for everyone."
"I'll try," he said.
Jeff got an annoyed look on his face. "Where's my flying car?" he asked. He has repeatedly complained that when he was a kid watching The Jetson's on TV, he always assumed that everyone would have flying cars by the time he grew up, or at least by the year 2000. The year 2000 has come and gone and he has yet to see a single flying car in his driveway; this has made him bitter with disappointment.
I glanced over at the corner of the bedroom where a pile of laundry was growing by the day. I reached down to pick up a piece of pine needle that had come in on the one of the dog's paws and rolled it between my thumb and pointer finger.
"The last time I saw your flying car," I told him, "our robot maid was leaving town in it."
He sighed and shook his head. "Damn her."
I dropped the pine needle back onto carpet and turned to leave the room. "Yes," I said, "damn her. If you can find her and bring her and the flying car back, that would be great for everyone."
"I'll try," he said.
