Where Did I Park?

I love those big supermalls. For a lady who is always on the go, checking off items on the “Honey do” list (OK…“Honey NEEDS these shoes” list) satisfies that small part of my concrete sequential brain. Now the larger remaining portion of my brain is not only random but it’s getting older. I’m not quite ready to use the term, ‘senior moment ‘but I fear it will soon creep into the vernacular.

I was at our local supermall the other day with my friend picking up a few plants for the empty patio pots. We walked out of the store looking at each other wondering where we parked. We laughed at each other knowing this isn’t the first time this has happened to either of us. Both shared past happening while we searched for the car. I do have to say that my friend’s most recent mental mishap made me laugh and therefore needed to be shared.

There’s nothing worse than searching for your car in the rain for 20 minutes after which you realize that your car isn’t in the parking lot at Marshals because you came in at Sports Authority on the other side of the mall.

Where is that darn car?

For those of you who aren’t seniors yet; What is your favorite moment?