I went back into the hardware store because the car next to mine still had its lights on when I went to leave. I bring them a description of the car, one of only 8 in the whole lot, and tell them they might want to make an announcement.
A female employee says she'll come out and have a look at it with me, which was probably wise because I could have been making the whole thing up as some sort of perverse joke. Upon exiting the store, the car was not visible because it was behind my large white van. The kind a rapist like me would drive because I hate limited victim space vehicles.
She plotted a course which allowed her to see the car in question but which kept her at least as close to the door as she was to me. This made it nearly impossible for me to abduct her, and I was forced to wave goodnight across about 80 feet of serial killer obstructing asphalt.
I should have returned again to congratulate her on foiling my attempted crime but I was too disappointed to manage it. In the future, I'll have to curb my habit of rubbing my hands together and twirling my moustache, which I'm sure was a dead giveaway.