Incident In The Piggly Wiggly Parking Lot

You ever been to the grocery store with your friend and she stays in the car while you run in? LOL!

I have.

My friend Pam and I went to lunch today. We only get to see each other every other weekend, if we're lucky. So we usually have some catching up to do. We had a good time, just chatting away about what we had been up to. I told her about me tearing off the front bumper of my Tahoe at Christmas, about my sister playing a prank on me while I was at the lake....by myself....and now I sleep with a knife by my bed. We talked about the fire department showing up at her house the other night because her fire alarm went off. HaHa! I get the burglar alarm, remember....sensor 12? And she gets the fire department. We laughed and laughed. We were clearly entertaining the couple at the table next to us.

And then Cliff sent me a text.

He needed some Gatorade. Orange. He asked if I would stop at the store and pick some up.

So, Pam and I went to the Piggly Wiggly. I asked her if she wanted to come in and she said no, that she would just sit in the car.

I tried to hurry. I didn't want her to have to sit in the car, in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot, by herself. I found the orange Gatorade and quickly went through the check out line.

Now, don't you just hate it when the grocery clerk practically pushes your change and receipt at you and starts ringing up the next person in line, before you ever put your change in your wallet? Yeah, me too!

I was feeling pressured. I was trying to hurry and get out of her way while still thinking about leaving Pam alone in the parking lot. So, I had Gatorade under one arm and trying to fish my keys out of my pocketbook with my other hand. The strap of my pocketbook was falling off my shoulder and I was trying to catch it before it fell to the ground.....and unbeknownst to me, was squeezing the key fob at the same time.

I walked out the door of the Piggly Wiggly and all I could hear was an alarm blaring. Quickly scanning the parking lot, I wondered if someone had an accident, maybe backing into someone. But, everyone seemed to be walking to their cars like nothing unusual was happening. And then, the closer I got to my car, I could see Pam looking at me and it was then that I realized the alarm was coming from my car.  I hollered, "Is that my car?" LOL!!! And Pam's little head was shaking yes!

I started laughing and running...as best I could. I was wearing my Danskos. So, I was keenly aware that I could fall. Remember when I fell down the stairs at the beach and Cliff told me to just get some real shoes? Yeah, so I was mostly shuffling instead of running. Anyway, I made it to the car and there sat Pam, the alarm blaring and me laughing my head off. I asked what happened and she said, "I don't know. I was just sitting here and the alarm started going off."  I just about wet my pants, laughing.

We figured that while I was fishing for my keys, I squeezed the alarm button on the key fob.

LOL!!!  I bet Pam won't stay in the car alone, in the parking lot, by herself again. Bless it!

There's always an adventure going on around here!

HeHe,
Laurie