The pop-in. Once an acceptable practice; people would go out for a drive or a walk and think to themselves, ‘Oh, we’re near Jake Timmins house. I think we should pop-in’. And without any further thought or hesitation, they would pull-up in Jake Timmins driveway, get out of their car, walk up to the door, and knock. That’s it. No call, no text. No email confirming they were in the neighbourhood, just a hope and a prayer that their friends would be home and not be busy.
Growing up in the 90’s, I may be from the last generation who will ever properly experience a true pop-in. What’s that all about? Yes, people had cell phones, but very few. In fact, I loved when I’d hear the door bell, run to open it, and find that there was a friend on the other side wanting to come in for a quick visit. “What a nice surprise,” I would think to myself.
Actually, it makes me sad that the spontaneous house guest is now an extinct species. Now, it is quite rude to just stop by, especially when you could have called, texted, emailed or facebooked. I also feel sorry for this new generation of kids who have had a cell phone as long as they’ve been wearing real underwear because they’ll never get to experience a true authentic pop-in, as the pop-in was, almost always, a delightful surprise. Well, sometimes it wasn’t, but you’d always have a good story after.