Well, let's GO!
That was my dad's favorite phrase. All you ever needed to do was suggest to him that you'd like to go somewhere with him, and he'd respond, "Well, let's go!" He enjoyed going everywhere. One Saturday afternoon, he and I spent a couple of hours sitting in our seats at Turner Stadium, hoping the rain would let up so the game could begin. Someone had given me a pair of tickets to an exhibition game. The rain only worsened, and finally lightning streaked across the sky - the game was promptly called off. A ruined afternoon? Not in Dad's eyes! No, sir, he spent the day with his daughter, he got to see the new stadium, and the tickets would be honored for a future game. So what was a little rain?
Several years ago, my office had a contest. If we met our sales goal for the year, we were all going to Cancun for a long weekend. If we exceeded that goal by 10%, we would each get to take a guest. Well, I think we ended up the year with 115% of our goal. We were going to Cancun! Hooray!
I had a problem, though. My husband had never flown before and absolutely refused to consider it. He really didn't want me to go on the trip, either; I insisted, though, that I had to go as I was in charge of making the arrangements. A free trip to Cancun! How could I possibly pass that up? I knew if I didn't go, I would not be able to tolerate being in that office afterward and hearing all the stories.
Dad's birthday was the end of January, just about the time we were finalizing the attendee lists. I told him, "Dad, I've got a special present for you this year but you'll have to wait until May to get it." He looked at me curiously. "Would you like to go to Cancun with me for a long weekend?"
"Well, let's go!" He and I researched Cancun, planning exactly what activities we'd do. Dad was 74 at the time, and I know some of my coworkers were afraid he'd hold me back. WRONG! We both thoroughly enjoyed the trip. Within a half-hour of arriving at our hotel, we'd discovered the shopping mall down the street. That evening, we hurried to finish our dinner to catch the bus to the cultural center - we were going to see the Folkloric Ballet! Afterward, we joined some of my coworkers and their guests by the pool. The next morning, they arrived for breakfast just as we were finishing up - our tour bus was due to arrive within a few minutes for an all-day tour of XCaret. We followed that the next day by a trip on a submarine through the Nichupte Lagoon, more shopping, and other activities. Dad wasn't ready to stop until we boarded the plane to go home. Even then, he wasn't tired. If I'd asked him to get on another plane to go somewhere else, his reply would have been - yes, you guessed it: "Well, let's go!"
Several years ago, my office had a contest. If we met our sales goal for the year, we were all going to Cancun for a long weekend. If we exceeded that goal by 10%, we would each get to take a guest. Well, I think we ended up the year with 115% of our goal. We were going to Cancun! Hooray!
I had a problem, though. My husband had never flown before and absolutely refused to consider it. He really didn't want me to go on the trip, either; I insisted, though, that I had to go as I was in charge of making the arrangements. A free trip to Cancun! How could I possibly pass that up? I knew if I didn't go, I would not be able to tolerate being in that office afterward and hearing all the stories.
Dad's birthday was the end of January, just about the time we were finalizing the attendee lists. I told him, "Dad, I've got a special present for you this year but you'll have to wait until May to get it." He looked at me curiously. "Would you like to go to Cancun with me for a long weekend?"
"Well, let's go!" He and I researched Cancun, planning exactly what activities we'd do. Dad was 74 at the time, and I know some of my coworkers were afraid he'd hold me back. WRONG! We both thoroughly enjoyed the trip. Within a half-hour of arriving at our hotel, we'd discovered the shopping mall down the street. That evening, we hurried to finish our dinner to catch the bus to the cultural center - we were going to see the Folkloric Ballet! Afterward, we joined some of my coworkers and their guests by the pool. The next morning, they arrived for breakfast just as we were finishing up - our tour bus was due to arrive within a few minutes for an all-day tour of XCaret. We followed that the next day by a trip on a submarine through the Nichupte Lagoon, more shopping, and other activities. Dad wasn't ready to stop until we boarded the plane to go home. Even then, he wasn't tired. If I'd asked him to get on another plane to go somewhere else, his reply would have been - yes, you guessed it: "Well, let's go!"
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