Where’s My Car?
Having a “senior moment” in a parking lot
I see there are a few of us out there. Middle-aged (well, okay, older than middle), and wandering about losing bits of their minds. Such as when I forget to make a mental note of where my car is in the parking lot outside the store. My car is nondescript. And I don’t have power locks so I can wave my keys at it to fire up the lights or something to draw attention to…