Just call me Sarah

I push my way out of Marshall's, sidestepping a little old lady. Hop down from the curb, look both ways, and cross to the parking lot. I veer right, toward the Maroon Pontiac G6. Head down, look in my purse for keys. Hit the unlock button. Hmm....the trunk popped. Weird. Probably hit both buttons by accident. Hit unlock again.

Notice the baby in the backseat.

Panic.

I don't have a baby.

(do I?)

No. No. I definitely do not have a baby.

Oh my God. Someone abandoned their baby and left her in the backseat of my car. They must know how much I love children, and that she'll have a good home with me, and I will love her no matter what. I mean I didn't plan on this, but that's ok. I can make it work. Oh what will I name her?!

And then....

"Umm..Miss...what are you doing?"

I look into the wide brown eyes of a pretty, young woman, and see concern.

Ohmagodthisisnotmycar.

"Uh, well, oh my. This is awkward. Like, we have the same car. So I thought it was mine, and the baby was abandoned. Boy it's hot out. I'm sorry. I'm Sarah. Bye."