It was an awesome parking place, just one car lane down from the front door at Walmart on Hwy 19. And yes-sir the royal blue Lexus, small SUV got it! I mean the young woman looked like Daytona in a breeze as she screeched her breaks making the sharp turn into the parking space. Nope, paying no attention to the old man pushing his cart and with very little strength. No attention at all as she barely missed hitting him. But hey, she got a good parking space and thought no one was watching.

But I was watching and so now I tell you.

You might know her. If so, please tell her, because next time it could be her dad and then well what a different story.

But today she got a good parking space.

The above is true. Happened last week and I remain totally aggravated to have witnessed such an outrageous “thing” — I mean what was the deal? The woman was young and fit. Couldn’t she have walked a little further to the front door, rather than run a poor old man down?

Now had it been a parking lot at Disney World or if nothing else, parking spaces at Hobby Lobby, I could understand, but please, Walley World. That’s not worth maiming a poor, innocent senior citizen.

You know this world has gone crazy. Competition is everything, whether for a parking space or for fame and money. Ah, money.

Instead of loving people and using money. People often love money and use people.

Wayne Gerald Trotman

Perhaps it was a big sale at Wally World. Maybe she (the driver) could have saved $5 on a TV, or maybe a buck less for soft drinks. I mean I do love a good soda. Who doesn’t?

Although I didn’t see his buggy, I suspect the fella was in need of Tylenol and maybe Pepto, too. Like it wasn’t just a vanity shopping trip and as well it was apparent that he had not gotten a super great parking space.

It reminds me of a song, an old song.

Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world below

There is no sickness, no toil, no danger

In that bright land to where I go.

I’m going there to see my mother

And all my loved ones who’ve gone on

I’m just going over Jordan

I’m just going over home.

Paul Gerhardt, 1666

Are we all not just wayfaring strangers, going over Jordan, going over home?

Let us watch out for each other and not run over an old man in the Walmart parking lot.

Anne McKee is a writer and storyteller.