A Weirdly Scary Experience

As will be no surprise to any of you, I get my hair done every Friday. I now park in a handicap spot practically in the front door of the salon. I am able to walk in without my walker, carrying my oxygen. Well, that makes it sound a bit too easy...I usually have to untangle the oxygen tubes and cords and my purse straps and get them all loaded on my person and under control before I crip in!

The particular day I want to tell you about, I was parked in the very first, closest spot to the door. When I came out all beautified,  I circled around the back of the car to get to the driver's door. There was a female person sitting in my car seat, looking studiously at her phone.

I stepped back from the window, but she didn't even look up. So I knocked on it. She looked up and I said, "You are in my car." She said, "No, I'm not. This is my car!" I was totally taken aback, so I walked to the back to see my license plate. When I walked back, I said again, "You are in MY car!" Now I, Linda Jane Lynn Stovall, pay attention to all those warnings and cautions y'all send me. I was afraid she had an accomplice lurking around plotting to steal my car or my car AND ME. But there was no one else around. Believe it or not that woman kept right on rudely insisting that was her car!

I had my phone in my hand and an absolutely incredulous look on my face, but I made the appropriate move. I went back into the salon. There was a lady sitting there, and I told her what had happened. She asked if I wanted her to call 911, and I said yes.  Before she could dial, the woman got out of my car and opened the salon door. She said that she had gotten in my car because it "looked just like hers." She never apologized or seemed overly concerned about the scare she had given an elderly lady who can't breathe!!! 

Then she quickly came up with the idea that it was my fault because my car was not locked. Now mind you, I watched her go get in her car. It was not even an Infiniti. And...this emblem was staring her in the face in my car. Surely hers was different! 

Also, this oxygen cart was on the passenger floor. Actually the mile long cord would have clued me in if nothing else!

 I don't think I said another word. Of course, I began to feel like it was my fault for not locking the car. At some point I realized that getting out of my car is considerably more complicated than it used to be. I knew there was nothing in it to steal. It was parked right in the front door.

But I never thought of the possibility of someone getting in.

Be sure to lock your car, friends!