I met up with my brother and his wife for the last bits of their tour of the outlet mall nearby. I'd have got there sooner but I was spending much of the day asleep in recovery from my week spent at extruded office product, and then more time with a phone call, but while we got into some important questions such as the philosophy of wearing blue jeans I'd like right now to have some understanding of where my mental model differs from, apparently, at least two people in my immediate family's.
So that we could meet up while they were in mid-outlet-stroll, I borrowed my father's hand phone and called as I entered the parking lot saying I had arrived; where were they? They identified their spot, just a bit past the food court, and I said where I was (near the vitamin store) and that I'd meet them along the way. My plan was to park somewhere near the food court and catch up with them, reinforced by their saying they were walking back towards my direction. I figured I'd probably catch them somewhere around the Overpriced Decorative Foods shop.
In fact, by the time I parked and walked to the store they indicated, they were nowhere around. I walked back towards where I had called from and kept not finding them there. Ultimately they had gone to the store where I had called from. Their working assumption was that I had parked before finding out where they were. I had assumed it was silly to park without knowing the most convenient spot to meet them. Are either of us being ridiculous and, apart from our family's astounding ability to not communicate, is anything particular going wrong here?
Trivia: For digging the American-project Panama Canal canal an American architect in 1905 estimated 15,000 new doorways would be needed, so he ordered 15,000 frames, doors, and pairs of hinges. The Commission cut the number of doors to 12,000, but increased the pairs of door-hinges to 60,000; a few months later, the order was repeated. This prompted the Commission to increase the order of hinges to 104,000, and they added another 84,000 to that. Eventually the isthmus received 12,000 doors and 248,000 pairs of door-hinges. Source: The Impossible Dream: The Building of the Panama Canal, Ian Cameron. (I grant this is an insane story. It seems to me this absurdity makes it very likely to be true.)
Currently Reading: 1945: The War That Never Ended, Gregor Dallas.