…..or a Double Agent, or a Triple-Secret Black Ops Agent.
Two out of five nights a week, I exit the little concrete structure that connects all the parking garage levels – and I have NO IDEA where my car is. I stop. I mutter. Never mind that in most instances, a mere 4 hours earlier, I had returned from Lunch, parked the vehicle in question, and no, I do not have a Do-It-Yourself-Lobotomy Kit at my desk. So I veer in one direction, ambling along, until I round the corner and see, no, my car is not there, therefore, logic dictates it is in the OTHER direction. Oh ho, yes, there it is. Shuffle, shuffle.
And by that point, the Bad Guys would have caught up with me, riddled my body with bullets, and stolen all of the Crucial Documents and Computer Files.
Agent Sidney Bristow ALWAYS knows where her ride is.
You crack me up.
The only sure-fire way to always remember where you parked is to always park in the same place/general area. I do this at work, and at the mall, and at Best Buy, Petsmart, and other stores I shop at frequently. This might be why I always sit in the same pew in church, so I don’t forget where I left myself after church.
Bwahahahahaha!
But you know, there are times that the baddies need to be lured in by that whole “damsel in distress” routine, and it sounds like you have that one down to a science!
(I’m allowed to poke fun, because I cannot tell you how many times I hit the “panic” button on my key fob because I was near-panic because I couldn’t find the damn vehicle! Sure, I look like a dork, walking up to the panicking vehicle, but it works.)
You crack me up, too! (And now I’m laughing because I almost typed ‘You crock me up.’)
I’m so glad to see my blog listed in your sidebar! I just might have to add you to my list of regular reads, as well.