Today, I had lunch with my wonderful friend Holly. She’s currently taking a week long sabbatical and made time to meet me at the mall for a tasty lunch.
Our lunch was fantastic. Holly brought me a piece of pie, chocolate covered pretzels, and $8. The $8 was from a garage sale; I usually don’t make my friends pay to have lunch with me.
After lunch Holly and I exited the mall together. When I walked over to where I thought my car was parked I found a red BMW in its place. Needless to say, that’s not my car. I then walked a row over, didn’t see my car. I walked one more row, still not my car. I turned and walked back through the rows, incase I missed my vehicle. Nope, nothing, NO CAR. I guess you could say I might have started to panic at this point. It’s not that I thought my car was stolen. No, I was freaking out because I had lost my car. I hate to admit this, but I’ve done this before. I have no idea why I cannot keep up with my car after lunch at this certain mall parking lot. I keep up with my car at other parking lots- Target, Old Navy, Wally World…you know places with big parking lots. However, at this certain mall, after lunch, I lose my car. Anyway, I ALWAYS find my car, like I did today; it just takes a few extra laps. And I always walk away feeling stupid and annoyed. The positive spin to all this? I burned off the chocolate covered pretzels before I went back to work.
Stop judging me. I know, I’m not the only one who has lost their car in a parking lot. Shut-up you are all lying!