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On my way to Wegmans, I thought I’d stop by Kohl’s to get Mr. Thought a pair of much needed sneakers. To get to our Kohl’s, you drive by Target, then by an odd empty parking lot first. That odd empty parking lot is where I noticed 3 police cars as one of them drove away. Quickly.

“Hmmm.” I thought as I watched the car go into the Kohl’s parking lot.

And then the other cars sped over too.

Not sure what to do, or where to park, I wondered if I should even go shopping anymore. This is the bad side effect to a good imagination. I mean, in the movie version of this scene, people who still went in the store would most likely be killed somehow, right? I was reminded of a late-night grocery store errand last year. That time, I drove into the almost deserted parking lot, and noticed some sort of hazmat truck, people in full bodysuits, masks, long hoses, and large canisters. That night, I turned around and drove to a nearby grocery store. I know that movie, or maybe that Stephen King book. Nope.

But, somehow today, I kept driving. I ended up with a front row seat to 4 police cars surrounding an SUV, several officers talking to 3 people.

I called Mr. Thought and said, “I was going to go to Kohl’s to buy you some surprise sneakers, but. . .”

Then there was a pat down.

A handcuffing.

A riffling through Kohl’s bags and a holding up of purses.

Another pat down.

I drove away — but just to another parking spot. Mr. Thought really needed new sneakers.