Sneak and Peek

.Heinz and Gertrud can sometimes be a little much for me and there are times when I desperately need a bit of time to myself, so I then I usually hide out at one of the coffee shops around town. All I want is to have a quiet coffee without interruption for a just little while, to recharge my batteries. Gertrud however knows that there are times I hide out from her and so she keeps a sharp eye out for me.
One day I was hiding out in a far corner of a coffee shop as I saw her going by with her walker. I could see her looking into the window very intently as I squirmed in my seat not to be seen, when she hit a bump.
The walker hit the mud where a tree had been planted and so dipped into the earth as Gertrud tried desperately to regain control over the situation. I and some ladies sitting by the window saw her tip over the front of the walker virtually mooning us. The elderly ladies by the window kept getting up and sitting down, as they were trying to decide whether Gertude was going to need outside intervention or go totally over the front of her walker. All I could think of was that Gertrud momentarily reminded me of the ducks on the lake when they are bum up looking for food under water.
I could hear the ladies sitting by the window gasping with fear, saying stuff like,"Oh, she tripped! Look, do you think she is o.k. or does she need help to get back up?" All the while I was thinking the same thing, but also stuff like," Wow, there goes my MOM, I really need to run and pick her up, but then I'll give up my sacred quiet spot. Why? Why isn't someone coming along to help her regain control. Oh, gosh I need to go help her, after all she's my mom for heaven's sake! Just move and go get her! Stop her from mooning everyone in the coffee shop, someone pleeease! But why isn't someone coming along, so I don't need to give up my favorite hiding spot. Why wasn't she watching where she was going in the first place? Why does she need to be snooping to catch me enjoying my coffee?"
Then, just as I jumped up to run out, she regained control of her balance and was right side up once again, adjusting her baseball hat, eyes bulging out a bit from the scare and looking around to see if anyone had noticed her.
The ladies in the coffee shop let out a relieved sigh," She's o.k. She got up again!" they chimed almost simultaneously and then continued with their lunch, while I also gave a sigh of relief and sat back down to my coffee, but all the whilst kept a close eye on Gertrude.
She finally gave up on trying to see into the window of the coffee shop. More worried about embarrassment, she quickly straightened out her coat and pushed her walker down the road. Thank heavens the whole incident only lasted a few seconds and turned out fine but I, on the other hand sat in the coffee shop drinking the rest of my coffee not sure of whether I was just plain evil or if she deserved that little trip for trying to spy on me. I was of course happy she was unhurt but felt guilty at the same time for not running to save her immediately. My coffee just didn't taste the same, but now do grin at the memory of her mooning everyone in the shop. So, I am forced to face the fact that yes, I am just a little bit evil. Hahahaha......