Okay, enough of you asked the question that I thought I would give the answer within its own post.
“Why didn’t you just run out the door of Wal•Mart, instead of retreating further inside the store?”
Because I had shopping to do.
When all the commotion started, I was at the entrance, but a little to the left. Had I grabbed my girls and run out the exit, I would have placed us right in the path of the crazy man sanity impaired patron and all the managers that were chasing him.
Remember, at this point, I didn’t know if he had a gun, or knife, or pom poms.
So, we ran further inside the store, and cut a quick left into customer service. Thereby, at least putting a wall between us and all the mayhem.
And while I was contemplating the danger, a thought came to me.
When I was a kid, we were out in the country with my family and some friends of ours. I have a very vivid memory of standing at the top of a hill, and being charged by a bull. All of us ran down the hill, as fast as our scared legs would carry us, with the bull close behind.
I made a split second decision to cut right, getting myself out of the path of the speeding bull. And then I cowered behind a pine tree. Crying like a girl.
Everyone made it down the hill, and got over the fence in time. The bull paced back and forth awhile, then tired, and lost interest.
I stayed behind the tree. Only the promise of a Dr. Pepper and Hostess Cupcakes could coax me out.
That was my currency. Which really hasn’t changed all that much in 35 years. And that’s no bull.
Well. That was the really long answer to a short question. Because brevity is my gift.
Carry on. Let the weekend begin!