me the detective

"When I grow up, I want to be a detective..."  this is a true statement :)  There is something about investigating and digging deeper for me.  I love the thrill, getting to the bottom of things.  Before having kids, my job was as Senior Investigative Assistant for the government, so I suppose it's not too far off.  It's in me!  I wanted to share this little story with you from yesterday -

After returning Jack's shoes, I headed for another few stops.  I debated taking the highway but had some time to kill so decided to run to the scrapbook store.  I noticed a strange scenario in the car in front of me.  So I scooted forward in my seat to take a closer look...

An old woman driving the older Chevy Cavalier, white hair all bushy sticking up around her headrest, with a younger male in the passenger seat.  He had on a knit cap and sunglasses.  He was leaning into her seat, like as in uncomfortably in her personal space.  I grew suspicious. 

What was he doing?  So I decided to follow them.  My mind went to robbery.  Why was she driving him? 

Why was his hand on her headrest as he leaned towards her? 

Was he intimidating her? 

Were they going to the bank where he'd make her empty her account?  I stayed on their tail.  She nearly ran a red light in front of me and I called out "don't run the light lady!" as if she could hear me.  She quick hit her brakes.  There we sat at the red light, my fingers tightening the steering wheel. 

Do I dial 9-1-1 and wait to hit "send" to be ready for when he makes a move? 

Is he holding a gun to her side? 

I stayed with them. 

At one point he slid the winter cap off his head to scratch his head and I noticed he was balding, that gave me a better idea of his age.  Ok, he's older than I thought, chalk that up in my file of this crime. 

Keep going, on goes her blinker.  A few seconds later, mine too.  Are they turning into Huntington Bank? 

Wait. 

They are turning into the restaurant driveway right before it. 

Are they circling around to hit the bank from the rear? 

They pull into a spot at the restaurant.  I wait, fortunately a car was pulling out so it gave me the perfect opportunity to not look suspicious as I stalked them.  I circled around and out of the restaurant drive. 

I busted out laughing at myself and my imagination. 

The old woman by then had walked around to the passenger door.  She was helping the man out of the car.  He was blind...