I would like to say thank you for not taking the life of myself and my two year old today. Not that you know you almost did, because you never even bothered to look in your rearview mirrror. Nor did your passenger.
In your defense, I understand how difficult it is to drive these days while chatting or texting on your cell phone. It’s certainly hard to look around before you pull backwards out of a parking space, in a busy parking lot, on a Sunday. I see how a giant Sam’s Club sized buggy can be easy to miss. This is especially true when a mom has it pulled right next to her own van while unloading the non-bagged enormous portions of food that are in it, while simultaneously trying to put a flip-flop back onto her two year old, who is still in the buggy you clearly failed to acknowledge.
I appreciate the fact that others were around to see this all happen, including my sister who was also standing next to my buggy. I am saddened that you didn’t even stick around to see the lady who applauded your ignorance, nor the other family only one car length away themselves, that had such nice things to say about your fantastic driving.
I wish that you could have heard the comment that I made, as your car backed farther and farther out of your spot. Your small silver car, across a lane that’s wide enough for two cars, all the while coming closer and closer to my son and I. All I could think to say as I grabbed my son and pushed the buggy out of your way was “Whoa, Whoa! Are you kidding me?” See, I was even nice about it. I didn’t bang the buggy into your bumper so that you knew we were there, or hit the trunk with my keys and yell at you. Instead, I quickly backed us up to the point I was pinned between my van and the buggy, that you were mere centimeters from hitting. But you wouldn’t know that because I, NOT you, made sure you didn’t run over any humans today.
A Thankful To Not Be in the Hospital Tonight Mom