oh Target, how you've failed me...

Ok, so I've been doing good. I'm adjusting my lifestyle to make my trips to Target more of a special...let's say bi-monthly occasion. It is no longer on my way home from everywhere, but rather a 30 min drive into Ohio for me and I cannot afford to support a habit like that (I hate you gas!). SO, I had a great plan to make the trip to Boardman and pick up stuff for the new youth room, make some care packages for our college kids and get a few things for Bran's office. It was a fun day, Drew was still in a great mood and I just had one more stop into Target before heading home (saving the best for last!). As I was checking out, I heard them announce that the person with a black Honda Accord with license plate ... needed to come to the cust.service desk. Since I was about to walk out the door and can never remember my license plate numbers anways, I figured I'd go to my car to assess if they were talking about me. Yep, they were! It was hard to miss a dent, some big scratches and a bunch of white film on the side of my car, so I quickly did a u-turn with the cart and headed to customer service.

I scanned the area to guess who looked like they'd just hit my car, but apparently it was none of them. I was suddenly surrounded by one Target employee, a mother/son, and another lady/cart, who all looked more upset than me. (Wait, the damage was on MY car, right?) I quickly found out that the woman who did the damage had left the scene, but not before several people in the parking lot wrote down her license plate. (Mid-day in a crowded lot is not the best place for a hit and run--especially when you get out to check your own car for dents first.) The women standing before me came in to report it first, and by the time they'd explained everything, the Target lady already had the police on the phone, just waiting to confirm where to meet me. The mother/son who saw the most waited with me and gave the cop all the info needed, including her name and number as a witness. While out there, others came to confirm to the cop what happened as well. In the meantime, another policeman went to the house of the woman who hit my car and wrote up the rest of the report after seeing her car and talking to her.

Before I left, I had a police report with witness info, the woman's insurance info, and a statement that said it was not my fault. --Hopefully that's obvious since I wasn't in the car. :) It's not the way I expected to end the day, but I left feeling so thankful because it could have played out much worse. When telling my mom, she even said how amazed she's been by the random people of PA --in how helpful/kind they've been in multiple situations where it wasn't required or expected. I didn't have the heart to tell her that the Target is actually in Ohio...does it really matter? She's right anyways.