The number of people responding affirmatively to this question is likely to be low ... but ... I do know it is not zero.
(Ed: someone lost a kid in Africa?)
Hey, you're on vacation. You know how it goes. Stuff happens. She had two more so she misplaces one and it's not so bad. Fuhgedaboudit.
The Mother in this story is not one who is rolling in money but is nevertheless fascinated by the odd things happening in the world. As it is with George Carlin who likes to go to the supermarket to see the weird shit other people eat (quote).
So it is with this Mother as she works for an airline and can travel for relatively little. When you have don't have much money, what would be your first choice as an ideal destination.
If you guessed Dubai then you're right as what else could be more attractive than to see the filthiest, most self-indulgent and ludicrously-wasteful extravagance on the planet.
OK, that's interesting. But really I think I want to see Africa. Yes, South Africa.
Who's coming?
Only one?
OK, let's fly.
So Mother and the young lad got to roaming about in Africa in who knows what kind of way as the significance of the way isn't so important as the fact that they found themselves on different ways.
Here is another Zone Moment when you realize I am at least ten thousand kilometers from where my cellphone will fucking work. How am I going to find my kid.
Once again, sample that delicious terror, that feeling of gut-ripping horror as you think, holy fuck, a lion ate my kid.
(Ed: do you know what holy fuck means?)
No idea.
We will leave Mother with this marvelous whirlpool of sensation in which she is absolutely terrified her kid is now being digested somewhere and she is absolutely livid that he busted the procedure for wandering around in other lands.
Now we can join the Enterprising Young Lad who has also come to the realization that he is in a very strange land and has no idea where Mother might be. He is Young so he determines quickly that he does not like this situation. He is Enterprising so he determines immediately to go home.
Which is exactly what he did.
As the son of an airline employee, he has his own identification and can validly travel alone.
Which is exactly what he did. This got him cheerfully back to Cincinnati but with no more chance of reaching his Mother than when he was still in the same country.
We have probably boiled Mother for long enough now as somehow it comes to her that maybe the Enterprising Young Lad had done just what he did.
Eventually she can make a telephone call and all is somewhat well again as there is yet the disposition of this matter.
So.
Do you hammer his ass or throw a high five. On you, Mom!
Don't be getting editorial on any of these lost kid Mothers. These are highly-attentive women but kids are born greased and they stay that way until, oh, the twenties. They can get away any time they feel like it.
My parents lost us so many times that their answer was to call out Check-In and from wherever we were and line up according to height (seriously). If you could not hear the call Check-In then you better find a way to hear it or you are busted and never forget this is in the glorious time of corporal punishment. Do you hear any good hard rock since corporal punishment was abandoned? I rest my case. Thank you Doctor Spock. It's his fault, you see.
(No, I've never hit a kid. I don't even have any.)
(Ed: someone lost a kid in Africa?)
Hey, you're on vacation. You know how it goes. Stuff happens. She had two more so she misplaces one and it's not so bad. Fuhgedaboudit.
The Mother in this story is not one who is rolling in money but is nevertheless fascinated by the odd things happening in the world. As it is with George Carlin who likes to go to the supermarket to see the weird shit other people eat (quote).
So it is with this Mother as she works for an airline and can travel for relatively little. When you have don't have much money, what would be your first choice as an ideal destination.
If you guessed Dubai then you're right as what else could be more attractive than to see the filthiest, most self-indulgent and ludicrously-wasteful extravagance on the planet.
OK, that's interesting. But really I think I want to see Africa. Yes, South Africa.
Who's coming?
Only one?
OK, let's fly.
So Mother and the young lad got to roaming about in Africa in who knows what kind of way as the significance of the way isn't so important as the fact that they found themselves on different ways.
Here is another Zone Moment when you realize I am at least ten thousand kilometers from where my cellphone will fucking work. How am I going to find my kid.
Once again, sample that delicious terror, that feeling of gut-ripping horror as you think, holy fuck, a lion ate my kid.
(Ed: do you know what holy fuck means?)
No idea.
We will leave Mother with this marvelous whirlpool of sensation in which she is absolutely terrified her kid is now being digested somewhere and she is absolutely livid that he busted the procedure for wandering around in other lands.
Now we can join the Enterprising Young Lad who has also come to the realization that he is in a very strange land and has no idea where Mother might be. He is Young so he determines quickly that he does not like this situation. He is Enterprising so he determines immediately to go home.
Which is exactly what he did.
As the son of an airline employee, he has his own identification and can validly travel alone.
Which is exactly what he did. This got him cheerfully back to Cincinnati but with no more chance of reaching his Mother than when he was still in the same country.
We have probably boiled Mother for long enough now as somehow it comes to her that maybe the Enterprising Young Lad had done just what he did.
Eventually she can make a telephone call and all is somewhat well again as there is yet the disposition of this matter.
So.
Do you hammer his ass or throw a high five. On you, Mom!
Don't be getting editorial on any of these lost kid Mothers. These are highly-attentive women but kids are born greased and they stay that way until, oh, the twenties. They can get away any time they feel like it.
My parents lost us so many times that their answer was to call out Check-In and from wherever we were and line up according to height (seriously). If you could not hear the call Check-In then you better find a way to hear it or you are busted and never forget this is in the glorious time of corporal punishment. Do you hear any good hard rock since corporal punishment was abandoned? I rest my case. Thank you Doctor Spock. It's his fault, you see.
(No, I've never hit a kid. I don't even have any.)
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