How many of you remember the CB (citizens band) radio?
I bought my dad a CB radio for Christmas one year. I thought he'd have fun with it...but as it turned out, Mom had most of the fun.
We all chose "handles," our on-air names. They were all cat names. Dad was Big Cat, Mom was Fat Cat, and since my astrological sign is Leo, I was Dandy Lion. Dad and I already knew a lot of CB lingo. Teaching Mom proved to be extremely entertaining.
Dad was having a problem mounting it in the car, so he told Mom to call her brother, my Uncle Tom, to see how he'd dealt with the problem. I told her to tell him she was a 10-33.
Thatperplexed him a bit. "Lolly, a 10-33 is a wreck," Tom toldher.
Forsome reason, Mom didn't think that was funny.
I told her if she ever encountered difficulties on the air when she was alone, she should explain that she was a "green apple"(rookie) and someone would give her answers. One day, she was driving to my grandfather's house. She started chatting with a guy online and said she was heading south on I-44. (I-44 runs east-west.)
"You must be lost," he told her. "I-44 don't run south!"
"Sorry," she said. "I'm a green apple."
A short time later, as she reached her exit, the radio came to life again: "Hey Green Apple! Where are you?"
When she finally did get the hang of it, she put it to good use--in locating garage sales. It turned out several garage sale addicts were on the air every Wednesday morning, swapping stories and bargaining info. The guru of the CB garage sale crowd was a woman who called herself Garage Sale Gertie and always knew where all the best sales were.
This made Mom an extremely happy Fat Cat.