I Lost My Car Yesterday... I Could Not Remember Where I Parked

I felt like such an idiot! I searched up and down about 6 aisles of cars before I found my car. --- For a moment, I was thinking "well maybe it's been stolen".

Either I'm slowly losing my mind, or just too distracted to pay attention to simple things like WHICH AISLE the car is parked in.

AAArgh!

-- Allen

THAT should solve the problem.

-- Allen

A few streamers on the aerial, something like that. I've lost my car, too. You know, you're just walking into the store or the mall thinking about what you need and you're just not paying attention. It's not easy to act like you know what you're doing when you come out and have no freakin clue where that car is.

You'd have to keep replacing the helium.

My mom always carried a "plumber's helper" with a huge purple plastic flower attached in her back seat. She'd stick it on the roof of her car, before leaving it in a crowded lot. Worked great.

I'm Going Slightly Mad
Words and music by Queen

When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Just very slightly mad

And there you have it

I actually called the police, insisting that my car had been stolen.

there was a pile of broken glass where I had parked it... and I just started laughing!

in Jackson, Mississippi, with a glazed look in his eyes-you've probably found me. Once I even forgot what entrance I had taken so I wasn't even sure where to begin looking!

I never had a problem finding It In any parking lot. :evilgrin:

It's close to 7 feet In height.

even when I had a car that was so not like any other, I still managed to lose it somewhere...how the heck can you lose a 1965 Mustang? Duh....long story that!!Well.. years later...i could still lose both of my vehicles, since they are like too normal looking...one of them anyways I have a remote starter. sometimes I wonder....if I could like open someone elses garage or whatever...I guess i will never be on top of it!!

Luckily I now have a keyless remote that acts like a tracking device and helps me as I wander aimlessly down the aisles.

My biggest fear is losing it in the huge parking garages in Chicago. I always meticulously write down where my car is on the ticket stub. Heaven forbid I ever misplace that.

So, don't feel alone. :-)

And no, I wasn't on drugs. I wandered around for four hours looking for my car. Finally, at about 2 in the morning, my friend drives up to me in MY FREAKING CAR and says he used the spare key to get into the car and help someone jumpstart theres, then he couldn't find the original parking spot, so he'd been driving around looking for me as long as I'd been looking :) :) :).

They probably could have helped you find your car!!!

I FINALLY got in the habit of making sure that when I get out of the car
I look directly at the building (or store) I'm across from....
...Like: OK, I'm exactly straight across the "T" in Target or
straight across the "R" in Sears. Saves a lot of hassels.....

And I know about how old you are Arwalden, so I'm not worried about you. :) I worry about them for the rest of the day, wondering if they made it home OK.

Welcome to the fold.
;-)

Years ago, a friend and I went to the dog track in Miami. When we came out, we searched every aisle and couldn't find my car. Finally, we just waited until everyone else left, and lo and behold, there was the car almost under our noses.

I was looking for a white Oldsmobile Station wagon in a blizzard in January.. My husband had dropped me and my friend at the gate, and then he went to park the car.. He was the one going on a trip, but he did not want me driving home alone that night, so I brought my friend Mary along with us and our then 7 month old son.. He got on the plane and handed me the parking ticket.. We said our goodbyes and as we walked out of the terminal, I looked at the ticket.. It was BLANK..

We had NO clue where the car was.. Luckily for us, a security guy saw two women with a baby wandering up and down the aisles, and he gave us a lift in his little "security-mobile".. My son was scrteaming at the top of his lungs, and the guy felt sorry for us.. Thank goodness we finally found the damned car, but we were about ready to take the train home and let my husband worry about bailing it out a week later when he returned :)

Before I actually moved to LA and was still working here, I lost my car at the Beverly Center.....TWICE!!

In my defence:

1. Both times I was driving rental cars and I had a different one every week. (I working on an assignment for months)

2. I had just bleached my hair.

At the Indianapolis airport. I had left my car there over Christmas break, thinking, "no problem, I'll be able to remember where it is when I get back in a couple of weeks." I must have wandered in that long-term lot, with my bags, in the dark, for at least an hour before I finally found my car. (In my defense, it had snowed a couple of times while I was gone, and the car was pretty well covered.) I learned my lesson -- never again will I blow off writing down both the row and the nearest shuttle stop on the ticket!

were "adult beverages" of any kind involved?
;-)

I had gone to Staples... so this is only a shopping center, NOT a MEGA-MALL with acres and acres of rolling hills parking. That's what makes it so embarrassing.

-- Allen

is in parking lots so I can find my car by arming/disarming and listening for the chirp

Talk about people who have no CLUE where they parked that morning!!

We used to make graduate assistants go find our cars, but the admin didn't like that. :o

You'd think I'd learn, but I never do. I frequently wander up and down the aisles looking for my car. At around 5, my youngest daughter started to remember where the car was. I guess she got tired of wandering around parking lots with me. ;-) I do write down where I'm at in large lots, though.

That's the only time I've ever written down my parking space. But it's an excellent idea for everyday use.

Or maybe I could get one of those micro digital keychain voice recorders.


-- Allen

and airport parking lots, also.

just tired Arwalden! Sometimes you can't remember where the car is and sometimes you try to get in to any white car - Chevy, Ford, Toyota - until you find the right one. Well that's me anyway. :shrug:

what makes it sad it that it stands out. It's a new Saab 9-3 WITH A BIG WHITE RACING LOGO across the top of the windshield. I'm only 20. I'm scared of getting old.

EtOH was an overlaying factor.