I am standing in the IHop waiting to be seated. An IHop is not a dance hall nor a kiddie zoo with rabbits, for those who live outside the United States, Canada, Mexico or Guatemala. An IHOP is a restaurant famous for its high-calorie, salt-fat-sugar rich breakfasts. They also serve standard dinners and lunches. It is very popular (especially with old farts) because the servings are large, the service is usually fast and the prices are not high. It takes a really bad restaurant to screw up a breakfast of eggs and pancakes. I am rewarding the healing of my ankle with my first trip to the outside world. I admit that I am a fan of the International Crepe Passport breakfast. (Doesn't THAT sound sophisticated? -International Crepe Passport* Two eggs, two crispy bacon strips and two pork sausage links served with your choice of two crepes with fruit) I do not eat both sausage and bacon, my heart-attack-waiting-to-happen husband is happy to help with those. But I do order a side of hash browns which I split with him as well. I do not weigh 250 pounds and this meal, over 2,000 calories, is usually eaten about 9 to 10 AM and pretty much the only thing I eat all day except for snacking at dinner! Sinful to have such an abundance of food in a world where many are starving, I know. Sorry, but like most liberals I carry my guilt to the food table.
Anyway, while I am standing waiting for the hostess, I notice a really sweet little 4-year-old girl in front of me with a 250 pound mom carrying a new baby. The little girl is focusing intently on something in her hands. The hostess returns and takes the mom to a booth. The little girl remains standing in front of me. I tap her on the shoulder and tell her that her mother is down the way. The girl looks up at me and I see she has been intently focusing on an IPhone. (IHop, IPhone?) She is moving images and links across the screen like an expert. She looks back down and continues her screen activities.
The mother gets seated a short distance away and gets the baby in a high-chair and then turns back to the little girl and calls her. The girl does glance up, has heard, but still does not comprehend.
The hostess returns to seat us and I point to the mother as I place my hand on the little girl's shoulder once more before we begin to scoot around her. The little girls looks up at me again with clear blue eyes and then back to the phone. We walk around her and head to our booth and I will be darned but she follows us not looking up at all! Clearly she is joining us for breakfast.
It actually takes some effort on the part of the mother and me to convince the little girl that she is at the wrong booth. Actually the effort is on getting through the fog of technology.
I hate these technological babysitters...they are a drug! Thank goodness they were not crossing the street and it is amazing they made it across the parking lot.
(For a more enlightening day in the fog...go here.)