Cruisin' through the parking lot
I meant to post this Friday, but, hey, who doesn't need a little laugh on a Monday?
I had an interesting experience at the grocery store recently, and it went a little like this:
Scene: grocery store parking lot, around 2:30 p.m. on a sunny Sunday.
70-something-year-old lady: Excuse me.
Lady: Have you ever driven one of these before?
Me: I have never ridden one of those in my life.
Lady: So you won't bring it back for me?
Me: Can I push it back?
Lady: No, you have to drive it. You can do it – can you steer?
Me: I hope so.
Lady: Here, just press the button under "Forward."
Me: Will I get in trouble for driving this?
And that is how I ended up driving a mobility scooter. As I went toward the front door, I noticed a label stating: "Do not remove from the store." Oops! Too late for that.
Once I got to the front door, I hopped off, intending to push it in like a bicycle, but it wouldn't budge – she wasn't kidding about that part. So I rode that thing right into the store. (Good thing there wasn't a warning on it about who was allowed to drive it, because I'm pretty sure I don't qualify!)
It was actually kind of fun to drive, like the Barbie and GI Joe cars of my youth—2 miles an hour, max. And she was right about one thing: I didn't get in trouble.