A Considerate Kidnapper?
Recently I went shopping with my daughter and granddaughter. We had to make several stops at different locations and by the time we got to the last one we were all getting a little tired. Turns out everyone in our fair city evidently had to make a stop at the same store and all of them decided to check out at the same time. I know that anyone reading this has been put in this situation on more than one occasion while out shopping.
Gina was a real trooper and made the offer to stand in line and make both our purchases if I wanted to take Savannah to the car and sit with her while Gina checked out. Of course I said yes so Savannah and I hightailed it back to the car.
Savannah crawled into the back seat and buckled herself into her booster seat and proceeded to wait patiently for Gina to join us. Savannah is a really talkative little thing so whether or not she and I carried out a conversation wasn’t an option. Again most of you have tried to carry on a little tete-a-tete with someone in the backseat of a vehicle and it can be quite uncomfortable with the person in the front. It was a fairly warm day so I had left the door open and was sitting sideways in the seat with my feet on the ground. I had grabbed hold of the little handle over the passenger’s door and leaned back over the armrest between the seats so this put Savannah and me face to face without me having to put all my weight against the armrest which would have been a bit more than uncomfortable. That thing digging into my back just above my waist wasn’t what I would call relaxing.
During mine and Savannah’s little talk I still paid attention to what was going on around us so when a car door shut close to us my head came up. I noticed a lovely woman walking between the car next to us and the one on the other side. Her movements only piqued my attention even more. Her slow hesitant movements as she turned her gaze toward me I found curious. She moved forward where the taller part of the vehicle blocked all but the very top of her head from my sight but she backed up and gave me a very hard stare. Stopping on her backward movements she finally spoke in almost a whisper. I actually had to ask her to repeat herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ma’am are you OK?”
“Yes, just talking to my granddaughter in the back seat.”
“Alright.” She responded in a hesitant manner but went on her way still keeping an eye on me.
Now what about me concerned this lady so much was beyond me. I don’t think I looked as if I was in any medical distress, at least I don’t think I did. Then it hit me. I never removed my hands from that little handle over the door. I began to wonder if the dear woman had thought I might be handcuffed to the damn thing. Surely not. If that were the case I had to have been taken by the most considerate, and stupid, kidnapper ever. I mean not only has this person left me alone in a vehicle in a busy parking lot close to the row of stores but had left the door open so that I was able to get fresh air. Finally I came to the conclusion that she must have thought I was physically ill, although I hope I didn’t look that bad, but whatever her reasons I wish to thank the dear lady for her concern. Actually I believe she did think I was kidnapped because the woman actually looked a bit scared and if it had been a matter of me being ill I think she would have taken a different approach.