Why Didn’t I Listen?
When I was six, my dad and I parked at the library so he could return a book. He said he’d be quick so he left me in the car with the doors locked, etc.
Just as soon as he got out of view, a guy came to the window and asked me to open the door. I rolled down the window a little and he told me that the car lights were on and to let him in to show me how to turn them off.
I don’t really know why I didn’t listen to him. I told him my dad would be back soon and he’d take care of it then and he kept insisting that I let him in to turn them off, but I wasn’t having it. I don’t know why.
I didn’t even realize it was a weird situation until I told my dad like 10 minutes later when we were leaving the parking lot. His reaction was bone-chilling.
He swerved over to the side of the road and asked if I could still see the guy. I said no and we left. Then he got me ice cream because I didn’t let a weirdo into the car.
At the time, it didn’t click. But now that I’m older, I’m so glad I didn’t let that guy in.