In about 1996, my mother needed a walker, and waited for me to come to Baltimore so I would take her out a medical supply store in Bel Air (or at least out Belair Road) where they had a complete supply of walkers, etc.
The whole family went; my mother, my wife and our two little girls. We packed everyone into the car and went out to this big medical equipment place, and focused on walkers.
None of us were paying attention to our youngest daughter, about 2 at the time. She was wandering, we thought with her sister. Suddenly, we hear a loud noise that makes us all turn around.
Our youngest had climbed onto a scooter, turned on the key (which we found out was not supposed to be in it) and started it up. She flew down the middle of the store, sending canes and signage everywhere. She was scared, we were stunned, and because it had a dead man switch, she let go and it stopped.
Needless to say, the management (and all of us) was apologetic, and we whisked the little one out of the store ASAP, and purchased the walker in peace.
My mother and the walker are long gone; the story will remain a family legend.
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