Thursday, January 29, 2015

Escape (suomeksi ks. Pako)

My grandmother lived with our family and used to do shopping in the local village store. The store was close, less than half a mile from our house. Just down the street, across a bigger road and through a little park.

One summer, my granda was coming home from the store. I do not think she had bought anything, but as she was crossing the road, a car approached so fast that its tires made a loud screetch when the driver saw my grandma and hit the brakes.

Granny was startled and fell on her behind, although the car did not actually hit her. The driver, alarmed, hurried out to help her up. Even though granny said she is ok, he wanted to call an ambulance just in case.

All this happened before the mobile phones were invented, so calling had to be done in a telephone booth. Luckily, there was one right by the roadside. The man asked granny to wait and went to make the call.

When he stepped out, granny was gone. Frustrated, the man had to wait for the ambulance and when it arrived, he had to ask at the store if they knew who the elderly lady was and where she lived. They reconized granny by his description and gave our address.

My mom was surprised when she opened the door to the driver and the paramedic. They explained the situation and wanted to know where granny was. My mom had no idea. She had not come back. Nobody knew where she could be.

Finally, the driver left his contact information and he and the ambulance left.

A couple of hours later granny comes home as if nothing had happened. Mom then tells her that there was an ambulance looking for her. Granny is indignant and says there was no need for any ambulance.

When she was asked where she had been all this time, she said she had gone to see a neighbor who lives near by on the same street as we.

"But how come the ambulance did not see you going to the neighbor's house?" my mom inquired.

"It occurred to me to walk across the backyards of other neighbors", granny replied, smiling victoriously.

1 comment:

  1. I see a similar type of mischief in Jaana in this story. She also goes out of her way to not inconvenience anyone and would be almost the last person to report that she is sick or hurt. Unless she hits her thumb with a hammer as she did in the basement at our house in Aijala, near Salo. Then, I was able to hear my name being yelled quite clearly through two floors of the house and a layer of concrete about 50 centimeters thick.