No, seriously! Where is it? I used to laugh at my mom for this. And now here I am, standing at the edge of the parking lot, with not a clue which direction to go.
I know what it is. If I’m pre-occupied and on a mission, I’m so hyper focussed that I don’t pay attention to where I am.
Or, I park the car and immediately take out my phone to talk to someone or check messages.
Or I come here so often that one day blends into another and I remember where I parked the last time I was here.
I mean how hard can it be to find a black Chrysler? I had a blue K car back in the day and I never had trouble finding it. And that says something cause I swear they made millions of those.
So I wander for a bit. I pass another lady obviously looking for her car too. I smile and pretend I know exactly where I’m going. I feel the keys in my pocket and hit the alarm button. Totally opposite to the way I’m going, I hear it. I turn around and the lady smirks back at me.
I look at my keys in my hand. The button is labelled “panic”. Yep.