We're spending the weekend at Kim's parents' house outside Philadelphia. Jay's playing in a soccer tournament out in West Chester and we're staying here rather than camping out in a hotel. This is so much better!
Kim's parents' house (which they just moved into last year) is a great three-story town house in a retirement community just down the street from the house in which they lived for the past 30+ years. It's got everything you could possibly want in a new home and lots of extra special touches. I particularly like the huge laundry room, the awesome family room on the lower level, and -- best of all -- the super-efficient toilets that make that "whooshing" noise when they flush.
The only problem I'm having here this weekend is that the emergency call buttons keep calling to me each time I walk by one of them. Because the house is in a retirement community, the builder placed these buttons strategically throughout the house. They're discreetly placed on the walls next to light switches and in the bathrooms. My guess is that most people wouldn't even notice them. But I'm not most people. I see the word "Emergency" and the little drawstring on each box and the voice inside my head starts talking to me. "Go ahead -- pull it," it says. "Don't you want to see what would happen?"
And I do want to know what would happen. Would there be a knock on the door or would the phone ring? How long would it take? If they sent someone, who would show up -- security or medical personnel? What would they say when they got here? It's so tempting.
Maybe I can get Jay to pull one.