So, there I am, chatting with my friend.
I hear my son sigh just by typing that sentence. He was at school, so not a witness to this event. I'd only popped to the shops to drop off some dry-cleaning and my friend happened to be doing something similar, and the sun was shining, and we just stopped to chat. Just next to my car. Nothing important, nothing to write home about.
Anyway, as we are chatting I notice the car opposite beginning to reverse.
Fine. It was reversing towards us.
Except it kept going. Slowly, but nevertheless in our direction.
As we realised it was about to hit us several things happened.
1 We each took a step out of the way (really, we are quite intelligent women!)
2 My friend, who was more in the firing line so-to-speak, hit the back of the car to indicate to the driver that he/she should stop - quickly - before hitting the car next to mine.
3 I looked to tap the driver's window and screamed, "Aaargh!!! There's no-one in it!"
The car was driving itself. Or, more accurately, rolling gently.
Thankfully the incline in the car-park is negligible so it just rolled to a halt without hitting anything or anyone.
But it was now in our way. (Well, mine. I was, despite my protracted conversation, about to leave and a rogue car blocking my exit was not in my plan.)
The long part of the story is that we went to the local row of shops to see whose car it was and get messages put out on the tannoy. The shorter part is that we noticed a poster in the back of the car and rang the number - and got the owner (who was in one of the shops, but ignoring our dash around pleading for them to move their car!)
Irritatingly (given the verbal abuse I'd taken) it was a woman who hadn't put on the handbrake.
All's well that ends well. How and why the car started moving I have no idea. No-one was hurt, no damage done. The poor woman who rushed back in a fluster was about to get teased mercilessly by her accompanying husband.
And I left with a delightful and slightly bewildering tale to tell.