Yesterday at the orthodontist's office there seemed to be a minor hullabaloo. Since it didn't seem to be alarming and did seem to be under control (no mass hysteria), and didn't seem to concern me, I happily buried my nose in my crossword puzzle book and paid it no mind. I guess, though, that my subconscious registered enough of the conversations that when Fritz and I stepped out of the office ten minutes later and I saw a woman and her 4 year old standing by her minivan and I glanced through the vehicle's front windshield and saw a toddler buckled into his car seat, I realized immediately that she had locked her child in and herself out of the car.
"Help IS on the way, right?" I asked as we passed. I have AAA and would gladly have called and waited with her for them to come and rescue the baby. "Oh, yes," she said. Good. I like to perform good deeds and all, but my kids were at a friend's house and delaying my return by an hour would have been inconvenient. Not that my friend would have minded, of course. "What? You stopped to help some stranger with a baby locked in a car and made me feed your kids lunch? How dare you!" No, said friend would have done the same thing.
Fritz and I buckled up, but I just had to drive by the woman and roll my window down. "I've done the same thing," I reassured her. "More than once!" She was visibly relieved. "Oh! I was starting to think I was the only one!" I smiled, waved and drove off. Nope. You're not the only one, honey. Been there, done that.