Dancing in the Rain: Lessons Learned on my Personal Journey with PD (more at www.PDPlan4Life.com) Copyright 2013-18 Sheryl Jedlinski
How many of us, exhausted from running errands, have opted to wait in the car while our spouse handles the last few stops on their own? I do this often, without giving it a passing thought, though to quote Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Raven, “Never more.”
The other day, I was waiting in the car while my husband dropped off a package at the UPS Store. Engrossed in reading my e-mail on my cell phone, I jumped when I heard the driver’s side door open, but barely looked up at the man who sat down behind the wheel. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a grey beard, something my clean-shaven husband does not sport.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that a strange man had jumped into our car, with the engine running, and was about to back out with me sitting beside him. We slowly turned, looked each other in the eye, and shrieked in unison, like a scene from a low budget horror movie.
The man opened the car door, jumped out into the parking lot, and started apologizing, explaining it was a simple case of mistaken identity. His car was actually parked on the other side of mine, and was a similar color and style. He ran off with a wave just as my husband was returning from his errand.
It was scary to think that this story could have had a very different and frightening ending. From now on, I told my husband, our car doors are locked while it is parked with me inside.