Sunday, May 22, 2011

Testing, testing, 1...2...3...

Okay, so Marie has convinced me to start blogging. I make no promises about the brilliance of my writing, but I have been trying to ignite myself into getting back to writing. So here I go.

Today I will start by reporting the facebook post that made Marie tell me to come here and blog. I wrote it an hour ago, so it's fairly current, at least! Then... who knows??

Raptured into the Twilight Zone??

by Kathy Blakeney Thompson on Sunday, May 22, 2011 at 2:23pm

Last night my husband took a trip to the Twilight Zone.

We had gone to Safeway, but as we sat in the parking lot, realized that they would not have what we wanted. So we left and went to Wal-Mart. Jack was tired and decided he would just wait in the car. I suggested that he stop at Home Depot, just a mile or two away, and pick something up while I shopped at Wal-Mart. So he left for Home Depot.

I was having a little too fun shopping, and instead of picking up the two items I came for, I spent about an hour in Wal-Mart. I figured my husband would be happily sleeping in the parking lot, as he had been tired. So I go outside.. I’m riding the little handicapped cart, and… he’s not there! I rode that cart all over that huge Wal-Mart parking lot…. No Jack anywhere.

So there was this little stand in front of Wal-Mart selling hot dogs and stuff. The guys were tearing it down, and we began to talk. They teased me about my missing husband who wasn’t answering his cell phone. After an hour or so of waiting, one of them offered to give me a ride to look for him. I was very hesitant, not wanting to climb into a vehicle with strangers.

I was desperately praying, hoping that he hadn’t been in an accident. I figured the car was probably broken down and hoped to see him walking up any minute. Time passed… still no Jack.

A smiling face from one of my branch members was a lifeline. Wayne talked a minute and then went into Wal-mart, reassuring me that if Jack wasn’t there when he came out, he would take me to find him. A few minutes later, I climbed into Wayne’s vehicle and we drove to Home Depot, checking carefully along the route. No Jack. So we drove it again, looking in all the parking lots along the way. No Jack. By this time my imagination was beginning to go wild. It was past broken down cars and accidents. I called the police, and they said there had been no accidents. So then I KNEW some druggie had kidnapped my husband to get our 22 year old beat up car. They were taking him into the mountains to do terrible things. I was outwardly calm, but inwardly totally eaten with fear. Two hours had passed waiting for my husband, not knowing where he was!

Suddenly my cell phone rang… it was Jack. I answered but could hear nothing. So again I knew the bad guys had him up in the hills where the reception was bad, and they were trying to kill him and Jack was desperately trying to get help. After a minute the phone disconnected. I called it back.

My husband answered. Where are you? I asked. “Where are you?” he responded. “In the Wal-Mart Parking lot!” I answered. “Oh, no!” he moaned. “I’m at Safeway! I’ll be right there!”

A few minutes later, Jack rushed up and said, “I feel like I’ve been in the Twilight Zone! I looked all over Safeway twice. Then I sat patiently in the car and napped for 30 minutes. You didn’t show up, so I walked all over Safeway again. When I couldn’t find you still, I went home to get my cell phone to try and call you. I kept feeling surreal, and thought if I called our daughter to say you were missing, she would say, “Who are you?” Then when he had his phone and tried to call, he had the mute button pushed, so I couldn’t hear him.

It is hilarious today. It was frightening yesterday. I was blessed by the comfort of friends who helped reassure me, and probably kept me from hysteria. I was so grateful that he was okay that I couldn’t even feel annoyed when he made it to the right parking lot! He was grateful to NOT be in the Twilight Zone, and I was grateful he hadn’t been kidnapped and murdered. LOL.

The 26 year old cop who came out just as Jack arrived was carefully checking to make sure he wasn’t drunk or anything. I wanted to reassure him, “No officer, he’s just 60. Someday you will do something this dumb, too!” LOL.

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