So I dropped the kids off at school today and drove to Target to get some shopping done. I had my list all written out - two birthday presents for the party Kameron is going to tonight, toilet bowl cleaner, peanut butter and wrapping paper for the aforementioned presents. I know, short, strange list. I shop in stages.
I was in the store for literally 15 seconds when a voice boomed over the loudspeaker: "Attention Target guests, would the owner of a black Dodge Grand Caravan please report to guest services."
Crap! That's me. Crap. Someone just hit my van in the parking lot. Crap! I hope they have good insurance and if that's the case, I hope they totaled it so I can just get a new car and not deal with the repairs. (Hey just being honest!)
So I get to the front and see Mr. Customer Service Guy standing there waiting for me with a look on his face that tells me that surely something awful has happened. Crap!! "What happened to my van?" I asked.
"Do you drive a black Dodge Grand Caravan?" He replied.
"Yep. That's me. Did someone hit it?"
"We're going to have to talk about this outside. "
CRAP!!! This is not good!! Just then another lady runs up with a full cart and a toddler in the front, frantic, and says, "It's me! That's my car! What happened to my baby?!"
Huh?! Mr. Customer Service Guy and I both stared at her and then at each other. He asked her, "Do YOU drive a black Dodge Grand Caravan and did you leave a baby in the back?"
Ohhhhh. That is most definitely NOT my van! He proceeded to tell her that the fire department was there and she needed to follow him. I followed too, because, well, I'm a little nosy and I just had a mini heart attack thinking someone just totaled my van and I wanted to make sure it was ok.
It was. Thankfully, so was her newborn baby.
I don't understand what made her decide to bring her toddler into the store and not her newborn. I don't understand what was so important that she needed inside of Target... Her cart was FULL and even though it was 9am, it was warm out already. I don't understand why the police officer let her drive away with her children, but she did. Just two moms in two black Dodge Grand Caravans. As we drove up to a red light we made eye contact. She looked... Terrified. I imagine I would too. I realized that I don't know her. She made a very bad choice this morning but I don't know her or her story. I said a little prayer for her and her children and gave her a little smile before I drove away, knowing it might be the only one she sees today.
And I'm glad my van is not totaled. ;)