Katie just ran upstairs with the phone in her hand and said "Amanda is trapped in her car or something.."
I said "what?!!"

I'm thinking Cujo. There's a rabid dog outside her car and she can't get out. Someone is going to have to come and shoot the dog, but not before she's been in there for three days with no food and water. Ok, maybe that's a little much..but still.
Or Im thinking thugs. She's gotten lost in a bad neighborhood and there's creeps outside her car threatening her life with crowbars and screwdrivers. They're sitting on the hood rocking her car and screaming obscenities.

But no.

She's trapped in her car, trying to get out of the parking lot of Walmart at 92nd and Sheridan. Those of you from here know exactly what I am talking about. You don't go anywhere near that intersection at Christmas time. Daniel and I were trapped at the same WalMart day before yesterday. It took us at least 30 minutes to get out of the lot. She actually thought she could run in there on her lunch hour! hahahaha!
She was upset and trying to figure out a "back way" out. There isn't one. We tried that too.

I told her to just relax, call work and explain she was going to be late, and wait your turn to get out of the lot. Then I hung up and chuckled a little.

"Feliz Nabee-da" ~Emma