I zone out while driving and miss roads. Then turn around -- and miss them again on the way back.
I tried all four directions out of an intersection the other day before finding my way back to the highway out of town.
I woke up early the morning of an event to bake brownies to bring -- and then left them on the counter.
I left time to stop at Wal-Mart before an event -- and then drove straight to the event, getting there ridiculously early.
Most ridiculous of all, after a community agency meeting hosted by a local hospital earlier this week, I lost my car in a parking garage. For about 20 minutes. Lugging several heavy bags. In toe-pinching heels. On sloping concrete floors. Around in circles. Helpless. I finally resorted to the panic button on my keyring and eventually found it two floors up from where I remembered being.
Sigh.
I hate parking garages.
But I did get a free, festive, bright green water bottle out of the ordeal.
So there's that.
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