She was standing beside my car, her hands gripped on her metal shopping push cart when she started to speak.
I quickly glanced up at the woman in the next parking spot as she was slowly backing out. She was watching, waiting to see what would come of this old woman, with crazy silver hair and her shopping cart filled with a toilet seat lid and other miscellaneous items.
She was watching us, and I was searching her face for recognition that she knew this old woman. She pulled away with the same puzzled face as I wore.
She spoke so fast with a deep, harsh voice, it startled me.
'Give me ride? No?' She asked in her heavy accent.
'Where to?' I asked. Glancing nervously around as I start to load my groceries in the car.
'You put my stuff in your trunk, no? I give you money. I walked. To look.' She's pointing towards the back lot of the grocery store.
I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm just looking at her trying ot decide what to do.
In her broken English, I see just an old woman wanting a ride.
She's freaking me out a tad though, and I'm having this inner dilemma.
I have a car full of groceries and I have no idea where this woman wants me to take her.
I blurt it out. Ashamed even as I speak and point over to the Target next door. I need to go there , I tell her. And, I watch her face.
'Yes. Yo go. I walk, Miss.'
Oh my goodness, Why did I say that? The weight of guilt is feeling like a thousand pounds. Why am I not giving this old lady a ride?
I sit in my running car questioning my reluctance and then I make a decision.
I pull slowly around towards the front of the parking lot, searching for her. She couldn't have walked too far. And then I spot someone loading her cart and items into their trunk.
I feel so small.
14 hours ago