When did we all get so lazy?
Was it with the invention of the remote?
I don’t know about you, but when we can’t find the remote in this house, it’s akin to a natural disaster.
We will initiate a search-and-rescue operation and exert a tremendous amount of energy looking for that thing.
Sometimes upwards of 30 minutes.
But we won’t get off the couch for 30 seconds to change the channel.
Maybe it wasn’t the remote.
Maybe it was the drive thru.
You know when the last time I actually stepped foot inside the bank was?
Me neither.
It no longer occurs to me that exiting my car is a reasonable option.
Even when I’m alone.
I know there is a time factor.
There is never enough time.
If we can save a couple minutes here, and a couple minutes there, we will do it.
But are we saving time in the long run?
I just spent about 90 seconds yelling downstairs to my kids.
Partially because I didn’t want to stop what I was doing.
But also because I didn’t feel like getting up and walking down there.
If I had gotten up right away, I would have nipped the issue in the bud.
But one and a half minutes was all it took for 2 kids to start arguing, one DS to be thrown, a full-blown screaming fit to erupt, and one sleeping baby to be woken up.
And so rather than a little interruption, it was a complete cessation of what I was doing.
Because I didn’t want to get off my ass.
Last week I was at the Y.
The kids wanted to play basketball.
The basketballs are stored in a closet in the cardio room, and you have sign out a basketball with one of the trainers.
It was Friday night, and the Y was pretty quiet.
There was no trainer on duty, so we went to the front desk.
I told the girl working there that we couldn’t find a trainer to get us a basketball.
“There isn’t a trainer on duty tonight,” she said.
“I have to get one.”
She said it with a heavy sigh.
And an eye roll.
There was not a single person in the lobby other than us.
The girl was sitting on a stool.
Doing nothing.
There was another girl behind the front desk.
She pointed out a basketball on the floor behind them.
“Thank GOD,” said the first front desk girl.
“Now I don’t have to go all the way down there.”
Yeah.
All the way down to the closet with the basketballs.
It wasn’t like she had to run a marathon to get one.
The closet with the basketballs is maybe 25 yards from the front desk.
So, I’m estimating, about a 50 second round trip for her.
I’ll be generous and give her a minute.
Because she also would have had to lift her arm and use a key to unlock a door.
I was a little bit shocked.
No, I was annoyed.
It’s not like we were at McDonald’s.
Or Dunkin Donuts.
Where maybe health isn’t the priority.
We were at the YMCA.
You know,
where they are “…committed to building healthy lives through programs that strengthen the spirit, mind and body for all. ”
I guess all doesn’t really mean, well, all.
I’m not saying that some conveniences aren’t helpful.
Or beneficial.
But they put you in a mindset.
And before you know it,
well,
I think it may be time to reevaluate a couple things around here…
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I love this entry. I have been ruminating on a very similar line of thought this past week. The convenience line of thought that is.
I try to never use the drive through unless we absolutely have to. It so important to teach your children that you have legs….be thankful for them and use them! At the DD near my house the line for the drive through is always longer than it is inside, AND every time I see it I think of that exact same picture from Wally!