Not like my Jewish ancestors wandering for forty days and forty nights in the desert but that’s what it feels like when I can’t find my car in the parking lot.
Others seem to be in the same predicament; we are all wanderers in the concrete jungle.
I guess my mind was on other things and I didn’t MINDFULLY pay attention to where I parked, but this time I almost thought that my car had been stolen, but it hadn’t been…it was in the stall exactIy where I had parked it and then I must have completely lost my train of thought as my brain was on to the next thing.
Part of the problem is that when I initially pulled into the spot, the lot was fairly empty, but when I came out of the store, it had gotten full and things looked a bit different and that was slightly disconcerting.
Anyway, it all turned out fine, the car was located, I laughed at myself and drove home.
Has that ever happened to you?
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 
It has absolutely happened to me! Especially if there’s a store I frequent and park in one general area all the time, and then park in a different area. I’ll find myself preoccupied with something, wandering around my usual area until I finally remember parking elsewhere.
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Ever since that happened, I’ve made a conscious effort to be mindful of where I parked! I didn’t like the wandering!
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