Last weekend, Sam and I had a little get away to one of my best friend’s wedding in Minnesota. It was absolutely wonderful (more about that later). Needless to say, coming down off a high from the weekend, while struggling to get back into the weekday grove left me in a bit of a fog. Monday’s are my roll out of bed, shimmy to the car, autopilot all the way to work, wake up to coffee. Tuesday’s however, I wake up early to shower, make a bottle, wake up miss e, change, dress, feed her – all before 6 (if I’m on time). This Tuesday was different though, this Tuesday, I woke up much before my desired cup of coffee.
I was running on time, having completed my list of to-do’s all by 6 a.m. With Evy in my arms, bags strung over my shoulder, and keys in my hand – I opened my front door about to load up and head out only to notice that my car’s dome light was on and there was a stranger sitting in my passenger seat, looking through my assortment of cds. My first reaction was, ‘hm,.. I didn’t know anyone else had the same car as us on our block’… then shifted to,’ is that my car?’ … then the next move was, ‘let’s find out by locking my car’. Sure enough, with the hit of the lock button, I locked the intruder into my car. I think both he and I were in disbelief as he stared at me and I at him. He locked in my car, Evelyn and I standing in the front door of my home. Realizing safety in numbers, I finally alerted my sleeping husband: “honey,… there’s a stranger in our car!” In my distracted efforts to wake him up, the stranger found the unlock button and ran out of my car.
Either I had startled him moments after his entry, or he’s not into our Rockabye Baby cd’s because he left the scene empty handed & our car in perfect condition. Even so, I felt the obligatory, “I’ve already called the cops…” threat as he ran down the street was necessary. The cops came, neighbors were alerted & our house is now a fortress of security. Really though, we probably forgot to lock our car door as we carried groceries in the night before. Not to say that anyone entering a vehicle (not their own) is permitted, but we welcomed the chances in our forgetfulness, rush & fog from the weekend’s prior activities.
Evelyn was perfect through the entire morning ordeal. For all I know she was probably waving to the man while I was holding her in my arms (that’s her new favorite thing). It’s a bit funny to reflect as you can never predict how you’ll truly react in a situation such as this. Never did I think I’d just stare at him, continually hitting the lock button to keep him in my car. Or, never did I think I’d actually go outside and yell after him as he fled the scene. And never did I think I’d be laughing about this just two days later.
Lesson learned here, folks – lock your car doors & if you can – buy a house with a garage!