Lost in a Parking Lot

So listening to the radio, the DJ asked if you have ever forgot where you parked your car?

I have to confess this has happened to me, but there was a reason, so I am not embarrassed about it. When we adopted my daughter, I could not stay the entire time in Viet Nam, so I came back early. It is 30 hours of travel from Hanoi to Hartford with connections. By the time I got to Hartford I was tired and stressed. I recovered my luggage and went to long term parking to take the 45 minute drive home and get some well deserved sleep. I thought I knew where I had left the car, but upon arriving at the spot, my vehicle was not there. The hunt had begun. The search soon extended to over an hour until I resorted to the use of the remote key in hope of hearing a chirp. Another agonizing 30 minutes and I was successful, thanks to modern technology.

Then there was the time I went to Yankee Stadium and parked in a lot that had valet service. After a win by the visiting Mariners, I went to a local watering hole to celebrate. Several hours later I returned to the lot to find it empty. As a slight bit of panic set in, I found an NYPD officer and asked about the lot, and if needed, filing a missing (possibly stolen) car report. He said that all the cars that are left there late are moved over to the stadium parking garage, ten minutes later I was reunited with the car and we were on the way.

Of course there was the recent hijinx I blogged about. http://the-bush-wacker.blogspot.com/2015/05/college-hijinks-at-50.html