This Remarkable World

Every so often, I think back to the world I grew up in. That world where you got out of your chair and changed the channel using a knob on the TV. It wasn’t such an inconvenience, because there were 4 channels in Edmonton – 2 local channels, and the CBC in English and in French.

That world where when someone was on the phone and it rang busy, you called them back in a few hours. Where if they weren’t home, you called back. The world where your mother made you carry a quarter, so you could use the payphone if you needed to. The world where you went to the library and talked to a person to find an encyclopedia to look things up.

Maybe it’s not entirely my fault that I find the pace of this world a bit dizzing. It’s just that, well. . .

I’m confused. Mr. Spit’s Visa number went to Dubai. It stayed in a pretty nice hotel for 7 nights, and I’m guessing from the statement, it had itself a pretty good time, doing what ever it is you might do in Dubai.

And that’s, well, I guess that’s the world we live in. It just seems so remarkable. It seems remarkable that while Mr. Spit’s Visa went to Dubai, Mr. Spit did not. At least, even in this modern world, I know he slept next to me each night, and I’m still pretty sure technology advances aside, he still couldn’t have been sleeping next to me and sleeping in Dubai. (I’m right about this, yes? He can’t sleep in 2 places at once?)

Perhaps the very remarkable thing is that Mr. Spit’s Visa number went, but Mr. Spit’s Visa stayed at home, in his wallet. We checked last night, and yes, it’s there, snugged next to the bank card (which no doubt is off to France next week).

I don’t think I quite understand how to live in a world where a Visa number can get on a plane, fly all by its self to a foreign country (I’m reasonably certain it doesn’t have a passport? At least I know I didn’t drive it get its picture taken and I don’t remember agreeing to give it a reference) and stay in a hotel all by itself, and no one thinks to call its owner, until the bill comes.

Remarkable, yes?

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12 Responses to This Remarkable World

  1. WhiteStone says:

    Mr. Spit’s card was more adventurous than ours…it never left the city.
    Skimmers out there everywhere who will happily skim any card handed to them. We never more tuck our card into the folder at a restaurant but take it directly to the cash register and watch it at all times. Still, new skimmers may need to be only a few feet from the card. Sigh! This modern world! Sigh again!

  2. Nadine says:

    Dubai, nice trip for a visa! Mind went to Mexico, and a bunch of liquor store in toronto, clearly it had partying on it’s mind.

    We had two channels growing up, CBC English, and ntv (newfound tv) where late at night I used to watch old footage of the owner of ntv with Joey smallwood and Castro in Cuba, hanging out on a beach drinking mojitos. It was bizarre, and I miss the simplicity of it.

  3. I’m surprised that Visa never called to make sure the charges were correct, which is what happens to us everytime we makes out of town charges since its outside our usual spending habits.

    Gosh the beginning of your post reminded me how old I am…

  4. HereWeGoAJen says:

    I also had the four channels while I was growing up. And don’t forget the card catalog at the library!

  5. debby says:

    We had two channels and that only part of the year, since in the winter, squirrels would generally eat through the wire which ran up the hill across the creek and ontop of the very steep hill where our aerial was.

    It was not a bad life. I read a lot. Listened to radio on a crackly little transister in a little leatherette carrying case. We rode bikes and played in the woods and climbed rocks. Our things never went anywhere without us.

  6. Penbleth says:

    When I was little we only had three channels, none of them working during the day and it was black and white. I kid you not.

    We didn’t have a remote control TV for years and my mother never fully came to trust it, even yet.

    What a clever Visa card. What a pain as well, I hope you got it all sorted.

  7. loribeth says:

    Do I win? I only had one channel (CBC) until I was 14 & we moved closer to the border — although we did get five when we went to visit my grandmother in the States (who had a rotary antenna).

    I sometimes say I’d like to go back to school — if only to experience writing a term paper using online resources & a word processor (vs the library, card catalogs, longhand drafts & final typewritten versions)(with the typewriter sitting on top of a couple of towels to muffle the sound, since it was usually 2 a.m. when I was typing, & I lived in a dorm).

    How very rude of Mr. Spit’s card to go to Dubai without him (&, more importantly, you). Hopefully it will stay closer to home from now on.

  8. Barb says:

    Well told 🙂

    And don’t forget that if the plastic knob broke, you used pliers to turn the metal post underneath, and the youngest in the family did it (along with turning the antenna.) I lived on a rural mountain side in the Appalachians. We had all those things much longer than most. 🙂

  9. a says:

    Hahahaha, Barb! We had the pliers TV too!

    Usually, I just get a random rejection of my credit card when there’s a problem. Last time, it was because my husband was shopping on eBay from Iraq, so they froze me because they thought the account was being stolen. That was a bit annoying, since I only found out at the checkout counter. Grrr.

    Sorry to hear that your credit card went on vacation without you…

  10. Maureen says:

    When I was younger, we had 5 stations. Except sometimes in the summer we had 7. For whatever reason, if the weather was just right during the summer, we could get one station from Canada, and we would also get a 2nd PBS station.

    That stinks that Mr. Spit’s card went on a trip without you guys. I hope everyone enjoys the upcoming trip it is actually going on with you and Mr. Spit.

  11. Kristin says:

    Oh man, that seriously sucks. The least Mr. Spit’s card could have done is take you with it on it’s trip.

    Hope it’s not too hard to get that mess straightened out.

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