Crazy day...

This day began crazy...

Leslie and I were walking in to the office this morning and Shana (from the lab) stopped me and pointed to small child no more than 2-3 years old sitting in the back seat of an older car.  No one was in there with him, the windows were down and the car was crowded like one belonging to a hoarder.  Shana said that the mom told her son that she'll "be back in a little while."  We stood there for a few minutes when I decided that we should get the license plate number and get the switch-board to page the mother.  As I was walking around the back of the car, here came the momma our the door telling me "Please don't do that!"  We all just looked at her because we didn't know what exactly she was talking about...there was no room in that car for more than it's 2 passengers.  "I was just went in to get this letter!"  I said, "Well we were worried."  She then said something inaudible as she began to climb back in the car.  I tell ya, someone could have taken that baby or he could have maneuvered out of his seat to get out the car.  Now a momma should know better than leaving her child unattended in such a dangerous situation!

And ended crazy...

A few of us were walking out together after work when Jennifer mentioned a delivery truck at lunch time possibly hitting a car parked at the corner of the background behind the office.  She thought that it was Megan's at first (both cars are red).  Anyway, Jennifer was sitting in her van reading during lunch (she gets to park near the office because of her late pregnancy) when she heard a loud scratching sound.  The truck stopped, the driver got out then left.  So we walked down to the car and saw that it was TORE UP!  The driver side headlight was busted, the fender jacked up so much that it wasn't drivable.  We wrote down the plate number and went on a mission to find the owner.  I called the lab in the basement.  Not there.  Chan went to Primary Care on the 1st floor.  Not there either.  GI on the third floor was already closed so we headed to 4th floor Endo.  And there were a bunch of nurses standing there; the one closest to us the owner of the car.  We hated to tell her about her car, but none of us wanted her to leave and not have a ride home when she found it.  Besides, with it as bad as it looked we thought she should probably call the police to report it.  Jennifer offered to give a statement since she witnessed it and luckily the driver did leave his name and number.  I hope everything works out for her!

Crazy day, huh?