When I was younger, my parents would let me run free in the store when we went shopping for things. As long as it wasn't something huge like a Super Wal-Mart, I'd come running right back as soon as I was called.
I remember that after a while, my father learned a way to call me back without yelling my name across the store. He'd give a very short whistle and then just jingle his keys. I could always follow wherever he was in the store as long as I could hear his keys. I remember that I could tell the sound of my father's keys from virtually any keys in the world. Those keys had a voice that I could always recognize.
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That's pretty awesome. I always knew exactly when my mom wanted me to come, too. The method of using the store's intercom, however, is much less interesting than this. =/ Darn my uncreative mom! I wanna hear keys!
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