There's a rather appalling incident from my high school years-- the summer before senior year, it must have been. I was on the opposite side of the state visiting my grandparents and was supposed to take the train home on a particular day so that I could be at my part time job the next day. It was a half hour drive from the train station to home, so I couldn't just walk from the train station.
When we called to try to coordinate schedules, they weren't home. My grandparents wouldn't let me get on the train without being sure that someone would meet me when I got off, so I ended up having to call a friend and have her father pick me up. I spent the night with her family because her parents didn't want me home alone when we still had no idea where my parents were.
Come to find out, they'd taken a trip to Chicago. They just figured that I'd manage somehow, probably by catching a bus from Kalamazoo. (The next year, I checked the schedules. There's one bus a day going that way, and it leaves the station *before* the first train is scheduled to get in. Even if I'd thought of the bus, it wouldn't have worked, and my parents hadn't even bothered to confirm that it was possible.)
They never apologized or otherwise acknowledged that maybe they should have done something else.
That means that I kind of knew that there was a chance she'd show up with no warning. I just didn't want to schedule my week based on the possibility that she'd turn up early. Well, I might have if it were just me because I have plenty to keep me busy without going out, but Delia deserves better.
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Date: 2007-08-08 06:49 pm (UTC)There's a rather appalling incident from my high school years-- the summer before senior year, it must have been. I was on the opposite side of the state visiting my grandparents and was supposed to take the train home on a particular day so that I could be at my part time job the next day. It was a half hour drive from the train station to home, so I couldn't just walk from the train station.
When we called to try to coordinate schedules, they weren't home. My grandparents wouldn't let me get on the train without being sure that someone would meet me when I got off, so I ended up having to call a friend and have her father pick me up. I spent the night with her family because her parents didn't want me home alone when we still had no idea where my parents were.
Come to find out, they'd taken a trip to Chicago. They just figured that I'd manage somehow, probably by catching a bus from Kalamazoo. (The next year, I checked the schedules. There's one bus a day going that way, and it leaves the station *before* the first train is scheduled to get in. Even if I'd thought of the bus, it wouldn't have worked, and my parents hadn't even bothered to confirm that it was possible.)
They never apologized or otherwise acknowledged that maybe they should have done something else.
That means that I kind of knew that there was a chance she'd show up with no warning. I just didn't want to schedule my week based on the possibility that she'd turn up early. Well, I might have if it were just me because I have plenty to keep me busy without going out, but Delia deserves better.