Then just a few weeks ago here in Richards Bay I couldn't find my car when I came out of the supermarket
I have trouble telling modern cars apart. When I had to get a new car, I ended up with one that had no special distinguishing marks. It took me a year to be able to recognize it in a parking lot. There were times I peeked in the back seat to see if it were mine. (There's a stuffed gorilla on the back seat--makes a good neck pillow on long trips. <G> )
However, I remember leaving work one day, a bit late, and there was only one vehicle left in the parking lot -- a truck or van of some sort. I was rather stunned, but *sure* I had driven to work. Finally my brain kicked in, and I looked in front of that vehicle ---- sure enough, there was my car. It's only times like this that I realize that I have a small car. It so much bigger than what I drove before that I don't think of it as small.
At least that was much better than the time I left work late -- and there were NO cars left in the parking lot. That's when I remembered that DH had my car, and so I had to walk home since there was no one left at work to give me a ride. (As I remember it, it took over an hour to walk. Just before I got home, I passed a liquor store -- so stopped in and replaced my bottle of whiskey. The first bottle had lasted 10 years. I think this second bottle has been here about 10 years now, and is still half full. It should be getting very well aged. It was 20 year whiskey to start with.)
After five years, I can now (usually) find my car in a parking lot. Of course, most of our parking lots are on the small size. <G>
Alice in Oregon -- where today's rain had thunder in it.
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