I try to make sure I only go to Wal-Mart when there are several items that I really need. Any time you go in to that store, it doesn’t matter if you only need one thing – you will end up spending close to $100. I have no idea how they do that to you. Is it something they pipe in the air? The music and ads that they play? No clue. Mike must be immune to it though – he can go in there with a list of things that I need and come out with just those items (plus maybe a pack of gum). I can never do it.
So I’m wandering through the store, picking up the items that I need. Makeup, moisturizer, a new pair of tights. I decided I wanted to check the prices on the pedometers, because everyone should walk 10,000 steps to a healthier new you.
While at the back of the store where the sports equipment is hidden, Mike called me on my cell phone. The reception was sort of spotty, so I moved a few feet away so I could try to hear him better. Then I looked around the corner of the aisle to see if the pedometers were over there. Then I went to return to my shopping cart.
Only my cart was nowhere to be found.
And my purse was on my shoulder – but my keys were in the cart.
I never really thought about it before last night, but most of us have those little keyless remote “clicker” things on our keychains these days. After wandering around for a second and realizing my cart was nowhere to be found, I also realized that all someone has to do is walk out in to the parking lot, go a few feet, and start clicking. My car will honk and flash it’s lights. “I’m over here! Come and take me home with you!” They are a great convenience – but did we really just make it a lot easier for someone to steal our cars?
First I called Mike back, in a panic – asking him to come meet me at the store. He was half an hour away though. After calming down a little bit – I was standing at my car, so hopefully no one would steal it right out from under me – I called my Dad. He was there within 10 minutes to watch my car for me while I went back in to the store to hunt for my keys.
As I walked in to the store, there was a clerk with a shopping cart full of items – including MY items, underneath everything else. “You have my cart!” She apologized; she had looked but did not see me on the other side of the aisle, so she thought it had been abandoned and was taking it up to the front so they could restock the items on the shelf. “My keys are in it!,” I said, as I frantically lifted up items so I could retrieve them. She apologized again – she had not seen them because I had laid items on top of them, and it really was not her fault at all. I was just thankful that my keys were found.
I’m still considering taking the keyless remote off of my keychain. If someone steals my keys, I at least want to slow them down while they try to find my car to steal. Maybe I’m just being paranoid – but it really scared me last night!