The soothing warm water was
showering over me as I rinsed my hair and then there was loud knocking on the
bathroom door. “Mom, the police are
here. They want to talk to you about the
incident in Penny’s parking lot.” “What
incident?” I asked. She didn’t know and
went back and I could hear the voices. I
quickly finished and got out. It was
quiet so I called out, “Are they still here?”
“Yes”, a man’s voice answered.
Quickly dressing I went out still combing my wet hair and feeling
totally confused.
For the next fifteen minutes as
we sat by our beautiful Christmas tree a discussion went on about how our truck
driven by a blond woman was reported to have hit a car in the Penny’s parking
lot on Saturday. After the “hit” the
woman gave another driver a strange look and then drove off. At least three times I explained that yes I had
been at Penny’s but I didn’t hit anything or give anyone any strange
looks. The officer was strong about the
fact that someone would not take the time to get a plate number and report such
an incident if it hadn’t happened. I
asked if there was damage and he said the other car just had a minor scrape on
the bumper and was not pressing charges.
My daughter came in irate at my being accused of a “misdemeanor” (yes
the officer said those words and also added they noted I didn’t have a record!)
and said someone must have been mad about not finding a parking place. Then I remembered I did go back to our truck
in the middle of my shopping to get something I had forgotten to take in. There were cars looking for parking spots,
but I didn’t leave my space but just went back in. My daughter further stated
we have insurance why would I “hit and run?”
(At that point I asked her not to be involved). I told him that I never heard any strange
sound which might explain having done it and not known and was positive I hadn’t
hit anything. He held his ground and
firmly let me know that he was there to warn me that people were watching so I’d
better do the right thing. Flabbergasted
I assured him if I had done anything I would have stopped and given my
information. He finally repeated the warning for the fifth time and then left
wishing us a Merry Christmas.
There are no words really. He was doing his job. But really???? My daughter was upset the rest of the morning
and kept saying, “He doesn’t know you! I
can’t believe you went through that.”
OK- some of you are laughing now thinking maybe I really did do it and
that my memory and alertness are waning.
You only think that because you are worried about your own! Well, it’s over and I had a lovely day. Angels have always been on all four sides and
the top of my car when I drive and I figure God will just send an extra one now
to protect me from the informant……….
