Thursday, April 12, 2012

Vagaries of Parking

I used go to Wal-Mart or any other store pretty often with or without G before Babs was born. Once she was born, G took care of all the shopping and I took care of the house work...we had to share chores...carrying Babs around everywhere was not an option, other than for parties, of course.

So once in a while when I do get out and go shopping I have issues parking. Like yesterday, I have three parties coming up and three gifts to buy, so I went to Wal-Mart. First I drove around trying to find a close-to-entrance parking and could not find anything. Then when I was about to give up, I find the first parking right across from the entrance...Bazinga! I pulled in, proud and happy smiley face, got out and went in.

I did not come out for the next hour and half. With my left knee in brace I walked through every single aisle and finally walked out with what I wanted. Pushing the massive cart around, I forgot where I had parked. As my car stared at me, I walked into the parking aisle, far down, only to turn back and run to my close-to-the-entrance spot. Now the happy smiley face was not there. I might as well have parked far away to start with instead of doing the slow drive of shame.

And this is not the first time it has happened to me!

A confused ART


Megha Bansal said...

Been there and do that every time almost!

Anu Russell said...