have you ever heard the cautionary tale which warns ladies not to sit in a parked car in the parking lot, for fear that someone would open the door and rob you? well, it's one of those scenarios that always stuck with me. if i happen to take a parking lot moment to recalculate my to-do list, or shoot a text message, i frequent my rear view mirror in hopes of catching a seedy burglar sneaking up, so i can speed out of the parking lot in the nick of time.
today, my cautionary tale training did me no good.
rowan and i took a jaunt to produce junction. after picking up $9.50 cents worth of produce (but only bringing $9 with us) we were blessed by a kind gent in line, who offered us the .50 cents we needed. we were happily chatting as we got into the car, and i was looking back at him from the drivers seat as we cheered at how exciting it is to see God provide for us, even in something as simple as .50 cents.
suddenly, my drivers side door flung open and a lady shoved her way to get into the car, as if to swiftly attack.
before i could compute the situation, i heard the most shrill and awful scream that has ever graced the produce junction parking lot. little did i know, i was the one screaming. i was face to face with my attacker and only a mere 3 seconds away from punch-flailing her to smithereens.
with a shocked look, she said "oh, i'm sorry, i thought this was my car! i have the same one." she pulled back the half of her body that was nearly sitting on my lap, and walked away.
i had no words. none. i couldn't even mutter "oh, no problem. sorry i screamed bloody-murder right in your face."
i realized that had she been a real attacker, at least i know my high-volume scream exists. perhaps i should dial it down until i know for sure an attack is eminent before assaulting an unsuspecting car-disillusioned lady.
i looked back at rowan, who laughed and said "you scream loud mommy!"