An angel in disguise?
A frequent flier to Walmart for something or other, one of my mandatory trips during the week deemed it necessary for me to purchase two 12-lb. containers of scoopable cat litter, among other essentials. Preferring to get ‘er done and over with, I make my way over there, as customary for me, early in the morning. One of the perks in arriving before 10 o’clock is the availability of prime parking spaces close to the store. Mind you, I’m no slouch when it comes to walking the distance. It’s merely a matter of convenience, especially when raining. As luck would have it, I ease my vehicle into the third spot in the row.
My no-nonsense approach to shopping finished within a half hour, I wheel the carriage to my SUV and open the back door to slide bags on the rear seat. I reserve the floor for the containers of cat litter, as I always do.
A single gal, who by nature is skeptical—not susceptible, I am always cognizant of my surroundings and mindful of surviving and thriving on my terms. I happen to notice a gentleman riding a bicycle close to the curb outside Walmart. I pay him no mind, other than noticing, by a cursory glance, that he’s thin, bald, and wearing a sky-blue T-shirt. Last, but not least to remove from the carriage—the cat litter.
I grab one of the containers singlehandedly and transfer it to the vacant area on the back floor. About to pick up the other, I become unnerved upon discovering the bicyclist has invaded my personal space by abutting the front wheel against the rear bumper. Caught off guard and thrown off my game by being taken completely by surprise, I’m at a momentary loss for words. I fumble with my key, in a hurry to slam the back door, open the front door, and lock myself in. Before I do all this, the bicyclist speaks. “You’re very strong.”
The back door shut, I acquiesce with a nod. He proceeds to recite a short prayer and concludes with, “May God bless you.”
I manage to utter a thank you and add, “You too.”
Sitting within the confines of my vehicle with the doors locked, I ponder this strange encounter before turning the key in the ignition. Still rattled, I rationalize that one can never have enough prayers or blessings—especially from an angel in disguise.
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Yesterday I saw something on the yahoo's front page news a woman was abducted at gunpoint at the porch of her house here in Richmond Hill, Toronto right under a security camera. Very sad. They are still looking for the suspect and the woman. I hope she is safe.
I'm not sure if it's the same in the U.S. In Canada, Walmart delivers grocery and stuff to their clients. You just have to open an online account to place your order. Perhaps you can look into that. It will save you a lot of work ubless you just want to do the shopping by yourself.
Sandie
As for the so-called angel gentlemen. Anyone who comes up to me and spouse a prayer would give me the heebie-jeebies! You took it much cooler.
Ron