After getting out of the traffic on the 210 Freeway tonight, I pulled into my garage and here comes my grandson David to greet me. He asked if I wanted some help getting the mail, so naturally I agreed to his offer. David was looking for his next issue of Children's National Geographic, but it was not in our mailbox yet, maybe tomorrow I told him.
David asked if I would watch television with him in the family room, so I thought twenty minutes of boob tube couldn't sway me too much. He was watching a show called American Idol, and was I ever happy when it was completed. Many of the contestants think they can sing, and the host Simon told them how bad they were, so their dreams of becoming the next Madonna or Sting were smashed, and you wonder why I do not watch television?
During the string of commericials, David asked "Papa, how old does someone have to be to own a cell phone?". I answered, "when your mature enough not to run the bill up in the thousands of dollar range. Why do you ask David?" And he replied "All of my friends have cell phones". Wow, ten year olds all have cell phones now, I asked myself?
As the television show ended, David brushed his teeth and got into bed.
Now that I'm older, and hopefully a bit wiser, I wonder how many things I have bought have been a result of wanting what others have?