A woman offer me her child at the grocery store yesterday.
It all started as I was walking out of Publix. There was a woman, pushing a cart, and her 18-24 month old daughter in front of me. As the pair went through the sliding door, the little girl started to take off towards the parking lot. “Mom” grabbed her and placed her in the cart’s child-seat. The little girl started to scream in protest.
“Mom” turned towards me and saw I was laughing. I said, “The great escape has been foiled again.” She shrugged and smiled.
I encounted them again a few minutes later, when I returned my cart to the “cart corral.” “Mom” was strapping the little girl into the back seat of her SUV in the space next to the corral. The little girl was still screaming with an impressive amount of energy and vocal range.
“Mom” shut the door and turned towards me, made a face and put both hands over her ears.
“She is very determined,” I said.
“You want her? You can have her — right here and right now. You can have the car and all the groceries too.”
I thought about it for a second, but I really figured that Mrs. Poolman wouldn’t approve.
Maybe I should have considered it more seriously. Her car was much nicer than mine.