The Birthday Story: Part the First

I told you that I'd try to explain about the list of things that happened to me on my birthday. It's not going to be easy, nor short.

First, y'all click that link and look through the list, things will make more sense that way.

Went to work at 9 am. Well, we tried to leave that early, so we could get a quick kolache and a cup of coffee. We didn't make it. Instead, as we got about 1/2 a mile from home, the temperature gauge in the van pegged it's way to the right. Not a good sign.
We made a U-turn and headed for the mechanic. We called ahead and they were sitting and waiting for us. They're getting to know our vehicles rather personally. Sigh.

The gents at the mechanics were kind enough to give us a ride home so we could pick up the Saturn. Driving the Saturn means two things: 'Pup has trouble getting in because it's so low and I can't carry my scooter without taking it apart...and that wasn't going to happen that morning. No time.

I had tried to get the day off, but someone had beaten me to it. Also, I have some special students on that day that most of the other tutors aren't used to handling (tho we just hired one that can! YIPPPEEEE! I can get time off!). I was through with my students by one o'clock anyway.

Pup picked me up, and we went to Memorial City Mall to pick up my cookie cake (picture on that other post). I'd never had anyone buy me that sort of present and I liked the idea. I like cookies too, and I was hungry because I'd not gotten to finish eating anything. One bite of a kolache does not a meal make. I was beginning to feel more than a little hungry. I suspect my blood glucose levels might have been lower than they should have been. Which might begin to explain a little of what happened later.

So, we're in the mall parking lot, looking for a handicapped slot (none available) or one close enough so I don't have too much trouble walking from the car to the store door. We went down one aisle, towards a spot, only to have to come to a stop because of a Target employee with the unenviable task of gathering shopping carts in the hot Texas mid-day sun.

As we waited for him to gather the stray carts, some other cars filled in behind us. Then, 'Pup noticed (I was looking the other way) that the car we were sitting behind (as in it was parked and we were perpendicular to it.)

"Uhmm, Nancy...that car is backing up and isn't stopping." said 'Pup.
"Oh, surely she'll stop." said I, fumbling for the horn I never use. (really, I can count on one hand the times I have used it.)

She didn't stop.

And I didn't have anywhere to go.

To be continued....