However, I did take a ride on one of these little motorized scooters, provide by your local discount store to those who cannot walk without some assistance. If you happened to see me rolling into the store, no worries, I am not injured or impaired. I am sore, though, from my 2 days of Insanity workouts, so it did cross my mind to stay in the scooter to continue my shopping....
Here's the story: As I was driving into the parking lot this morning, I noticed this little lady heading down the parking lot with her groceries in tow. I noticed her because she was not too much on the side, but heading towards the middle. I circled around to a spot on the other side and saw her again as she headed down the next aisle. By the time I parked and got out of my car, she was on the next aisle. At this point, I decided she had lost her car.
After noting where I had parked, I headed towards her to see if she needed some help. She was already 3 lanes away (apparently those things can go pretty fast!). I finally caught up with her and asked if she needed some help. She had, indeed, lost her car and did not know where she had parked. After asking a few questions, I determined that she must have parked on the other side, towards the front and had just overlooked it. By now, a lady from our church had also spotted her and came to help. I got a description of the car and we headed to the other side of the parking lot to find the car.
When we got to the other side, we found a car matching the description - small, 4-door, green nissan. It was a strange green, so we figured it had to be it. Once again, we set out to find the lady. Uh-oh. Where is she? We didn't see her anywhere. Another lady stops (apparently we looked like we were up to something) and we asked her if she had seen the little white haired lady on the scooter. Yes, she had, she thought a truck was about to hit her, but it didn't and she kept on going. She pointed us in the right direction and lo and behold, there she was, 2 more lanes over almost at the end of the row, standing at a small green Nissan, identical to the one on the OTHER SIDE of the parking lot. At first, I thought she had just found one that looked like her car and we would have to figure out how to get her way back to the other side of the lot. Nope, it was her car. We asked if she was sure and she pointed to the tag and read the letters and numbers on the license plate (apparently this happens quite often, so she had memorized her tag). Yep, it was hers. She also knew it was hers because she had scratched off the first name of the place where she'd bought it because "she didn't like him". Ha! Funny.
As we are putting her groceries in the car for her, I notice how very far she is from the door. I know that scooter has to be returned and, somehow, I know whose job it will be to take it back up there. They both turn and look at me. Yep, my job. Off I go, but not before telling her that next time, she needs to park closer.
I admittedly felt more than a little silly as I rode my way back up to the store. Especially, when I got to the door and someone was just standing there, blocking my way. I sat there a minute, knowing that she would certainly notice me on this scooter thing and let me pass. Nope. My ability to be invisible to those around me even works when I am on a scooter. Do I say, "Excuse me..."? Nope. For some reason, I feel the need to say, "Beep, beep." and then, of course, explain that I was just returning this and didn't really need it. Ugh. Just say excuse me, thank you and return the scooter, Robin! When will I learn?
There you go - the explanation of how I ended up in a motorized scooter - just trying to lend a helping hand. :-)
I can picture it!
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