I got a funny phone call from my Dad the other night and have been giggling about it ever since. Two of my siblings have had babies over the last couple of months. My sister had her baby on Valentine’s Day and my dad was complaining about the discharge from the hospital and the conversation went like this:
Dad: “It took us three hours to get out of there!”
Me: “Why three hours? That seems excessive.”
Dad: “Well first they have all this paper work, then they gotta check the carseat and then it took them another two hours to get the LoJack off.”
Me: “The WHAT?”
Dad: “The LoJack. I don’t know what it’s really called, but it’s like the thing they put on cars. You get too close to any hospital door with it on the baby and all kinds of alarms go off and then it locks every door in the hospital. Total hospital shutdown.”
(You should know that at this point I was wondering if he knew this from experience.)
So here I am thinking how hilarious it is that they’re saying the baby was LoJacked and couldn’t wait to blog it. I was going to link to LoJack site and be all smart ass about it. But the universe has a sense of humor too. Because when I went to the LoJack website? It turns out that they really do make people LoJacks. I have to admit that was certainly a little disappointing because I was totally going to roll with that. I did learn that they make a LoJack for Alzheimer’s and dementia patients though. I’m totally going to LoJack my Grandma now. I wonder if they offer some kind of OnStar service with that?
