Tuesday, February 19, 2013


Now that I am home, let me relate to you what happened to me while in the Mart of Wal yesterday:

A man, twitchy looking dude, casually walked by and asked if I needed help with anything. My automatic response, as is yours, most likely, was to say "No thanks." He acted as if he was going to walk past me, then stopped and asked how well I know the area. My hackles rose and I immediately went into defensive mode -- I mean, really, someone asking if you need something usually means store attendant, right?? I turned to him, making sure to keep my cart in my view as well (because I'm paranoid) and told him I don't know the area well at all. He looked slightly saddened. "Well, I just moved here from Flagstaff, Arizona and I just need help with...well, do you know anything about baby's milk?" Um...what? "I have an infant with special needs and I don't know what kind of formula to get for him. I was wondering if you could help me out?"


Told the guy "Sorry, I don't have any kids. I have no clue how to help you".

The first thing that flitted through my mind when he left: "Oh my gawd! Do I look like a mother???" Then my second thought: "What if it was just a ploy? A trick?" My final thought: "Oh my gawd, what if he's a kidnapper that has an infant and doesn't know the first thing about the kid he has???"

The moment my bags were in the kitchen, I scanned news stations online for missing kids. I found nothing. A slightly relaxing thing.