Take a deep breath.
Over Memorial Day weekend I crashed…literally and figuratively.
I was getting sick and was already tired, so I took to my bed to try and head illness off at the pass.
It didn’t work.
By Monday my head cold was kicking in…but I hadn’t done all the shit that I needed to do, so I rallied my exhausted almost sick ass to go out and run errands.
My last stop was the grocery store.
I turned into the parking lot…head pounding and mind racing with all the shit I’d need to try to do once I finished shopping and got home.
Slide into parking space.
Check wallet for funds, cell phone and shopping list.
Get out and lock door.
I walked quickly into the market, got a basket and started shopping.
I was more than half way through my list when an announcement came over the store channel… “Will the owner of a blue Volkswagen Cabrio please come to the customer service desk?!”
“Shit,” I thought…or maybe even said… “That’s my car!”
I left the basket…befuddled and concerned…and made my way to the customer service desk.
“Your car hit another car in the parking lot.”
That didn’t make sense.
The machines hadn’t become self-aware…had they?
Ms. Sistah Girl Cabrio couldn’t just take it upon herself to go for a drive and hit something…could she?
Hit something…hit some thing…oh, Gawd…what if my car hit some…one?
Bolt out of the store.
Across the parking lot, like a blur.
There was my car…kissing the ass of a cherry red Chrysler.
There were a couple of other shoppers…their faces full of shock as if they’d just leapt out of the way of a runaway Volkswagen Cabrio.
And there was the owner of the Chrysler…an older black woman who was equal parts disturbed and confused.
“Is everyone okay?”
“Was anyone hurt?”
Everyone was okay.
No one was hurt.
I took a deep breath, clenched my hands into fists, and gazed under my car.
No crushed limbs…no mangled bodies.
No one's hurt!
Insurance information was exchanged….I moved my car to a different spot...Chrysler lady and I parted ways rather quickly.
I had neglected to put my car in park.
So busy…always rushing…not feeling well and so many errands to finish.
When I had parked my car earlier there had been a car in the spot opposite to mine…when that customer left, my car was no longer restricted…still in drive, it went ahead and drove….
Across the parking lot…only a few feet…past at least one woman who barely missed getting hit…and into the ass of a cherry red Chrysler.
Back into the store….finish shopping and check out…return to car.
Key in ignition.
From PARK to DRIVE and then REVERSE.
Oh my Gawd, oh my Gawd, oh my Gawd.
REVERSE to DRIVE and then go.
I drove home and parked (brake up, this time).
I took the groceries out and into the house.
Fed the dawgs.
Put the groceries away.
Sank to my knees...
heart racing…hands shaking…
…my hands with palms down on the cool wood of the floor
Because everyone was okay and no one was hurt when I forgot to put my car in PARK last Monday.