Momentary Panic

[inkspot]

This was me last week! I walked PAST my bike, out of my office, to the bike rack, had a momentary heart attack, regained consciousness, then sheepishly returned to my office to get my bike

[pinkychique]

Oh I've totally done that! Love those brain mush days

[marni]

I what brain I have left is best described as "swiss cheese for brains" as in it's full of holes. I am constantly doing that with the car because my husband and I frequently switch cars, but not on any regular schedule. My two biggest obstacles most mornings is to come out of the gym and remember a) which car am I driving today? and B) where might I have parked it?

Sigh...of all the things I've lost I miss my brain the most.

marni

[Catrin]

This reminds me of last winter. I had gone to the movies for an early matinee so it was still light when I came out. It is important to know that there had been a lot of snow and so forth in the weeks prior to this trip to the movie.

My cobalt/electric blue 2008 Lancer is quite distinctive, for some reason there are not many around Indianapolis - and the color is quite striking. So here I am in the parking lot and I can't find my car I look, and look again, there aren't even THAT many cars in the lot!

I start to panic when it finally dawns on my that I am actually standing right in front of my car...the problem was that it was no longer any shade of blue (cobalt or otherwise) but a uniform gray from all of the sand/salt/weather....

After I stilled my racing heart I took it directly to the car wash

[lph]

Hee-hee

I'm forever "losing" our car in parking lots, because it's the most bland, non-descript car you can imagine, an old, dusty dark blue Toyota Carina. But it has true class - looks like yesterdays bread, but works like clockwork.

Catrin, your story reminded me of a cat I grew up with, I've probably told it before. Bailey was a large, orange male cat, jumpy and full of neuroses but a kindly soul. One day he disappeared, but a large, grey male cat came wandering in, very much at home. We figured this grey stranger must have chased poor Bailey away, so we promptly shooed and yelled the brazen interloper out. He kept coming back, though, so we shooed and yelled some more. It wasn't until I actually touched the cat... and got ashes on my hand... that I remembered that we'd had a bonfire outside and there was a large pile of ash left over... Poor Bailey didn't get any less neurotic after this.

[jessmarimba]

I fly a lot and try to always park in the same place in the parking lot. Well, I took the bike rack off once to wash it, parked the car in some random spot at the airport, and...lost the car. I drive a gray civic so it is not distinctive at all. Fortunately at our airport you can call the airport cops if you've lost your vehicle and they can (very creepy here) tell you where it is based on the license plate and the airline you flew in on. I was pretty relieved after an hour and a half of wandering around that I could just call up and find it, but that kind of surveillance is disturbing!