Parking Lot Blues Or:
Broad daylight and still Tina was nervous; but she’d seen nothing
when she’d stopped suddenly and quickly turned around to look back. “Silly girl,” she thought. “It’s a grocery store parking lot. There’s plenty of people coming and going. What am I worried about? Besides, that’s what panic buttons are for; all
I have to do is trigger the car alarm and someone will come to help.”
Still feeling apprehensive, Tina reached into her purse,
pulled out the car keys and resumed pushing her cart, opening the trunk with the
fob as she approached her car.
A moment to transfer the groceries and Tina turned to return
the cart.
The man seemed to come out of nowhere, snatching at Tina’s
purse. A smirk on his face the thief slipped Tina’s
billfold out of the purse and into his pocket then turned and sauntered away,
no hurry in his steps.
Shocked, Tina fumbled for a moment then pushed the panic
button.
Three cars down someone glanced the thief’s way, showing
curiosity. The thief rolled his eyes and
shrugged his shoulders, receiving a grin in return; “Someone’s always hitting
the wrong button in a parking lot.”
From the next row down shouted words of advice. “Hit the button again lady. You’ll wear out your battery!”
Finally someone took notice.
The little old lady was ninety if she was a day. “Let me help you out dearie,” she said,
holding out her hand for the fob. “I’m
always pushing the wrong button too.”
