I have a feeling lately that Karma is on my tail. And not in a good way. If this is the case? I didn't do myself any favors today.
Today I decided to stop the store on the way home from school drop off. Grocery shopping, pick up a prescription... aren't I on the ball?
Well, yes. Until I get back out to the parking lot with a cart full of purchases and not one clue where I'm parked. I drive a grey Acura MDX - the most generic car of the last 10 or so years... there are seriously thousands of twins to my car out there. At least 5 in every parking lot. Today, after walking straight to the second of the matching cars I'd decided enough was enough. I've been under a LOT of stress lately. I had no patience for a lost car - especially when I was the one that lost it.
So, what's a person to do when looking for a car in a parking lot during the daylight hours?
Hit the Panic Button.
Ummm, yeah. Not my best idea.
Because my car was about 12 feet from me, in full view.
Also in full view? A toddler and her mom.
A toddler that was passing directly behind my car as the horn started to go off.
A toddler that was so freaked out by the happenstance that she shrieked as her body lifted from the ground.
A toddler who landed FACE FIRST on the pavement right behind my car. As she looked up? Her face was a little scraped and she was sobbing. As I walked past them, exchanging a look with the mom that said "why is the horn going off?", I saw her hands were scraped too.
I? Did not stop. No WAY right now do I have it in me to deal with that mom. Because that mom would have GONE OFF on me (rightly so), and I did not feel like being yelled at in a parking lot.
I walked on by, turning in between a couple of cars, where I stayed crouched and hidden until she loaded her toddler up in her car and left.
I am a coward.
OH MY GOD.
It's like I just invited Bad Karma to the prom, and offered to pay for the entire evening.