I had to giggle as I got to the hospital parking lot, snow blowing in my face I peered a man lost. He was looking left, looking right, getting up on his tip-toes in the bitter cold squinting, searching. He had lost his car.
I giggled only because the scene is all too familiar to me. Since I have been making multiple trips to the hospital, sometimes three times in a day, I forget where I park. Rarely do I park in the same area.
Actually I remember where I park, sometimes it just isn’t the last place I parked, or where my car is currently located. It may be the first place I parked that day or the second time I parked. I have been that wandering man, on my tip-toes looking for my lost car. No matter how many times I make a mental note which isle I park on, I usually remember where I park, just not always the right time of day or current trip to the hospital.
It gave me a smile as I realized I am not the only person who loses my car at the hospital.