After spending hours in doctors offices this afternoon, we left the building after our last appointment.
In the parking lot, our racy red car was not where we'd left it. We knew exactly where we'd parked, but it wasn't there.
We looked and looked and looked again; oh no!we worried; we've had several cars stolen in our long marriage; has it happened again?
Suddenly my husband started to laugh.
"What's so funny about losing that car we enjoy so much?" I snapped.
He looked at me with the biggest grin and reminded me, "We took the TRUCK today!"
(Our well-worn old tan truck was right there where we'd left it).
It made us think of the time Bob's aging aunt had gone to a church bazaar and happily purchased a bright red floral marker for the top of the aerial on her car. It would keep her from losing her in the church parking lot, as she seemed to do every Sunday.
But... when she left the crowded bazaar and went to the parking lot, it was a sea of cars with THE SAME BRIGHT RED FLORAL MARKERS!
Ah... Senior Parking... Not what it was to us when we were young.
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