Marco!!

It never seems to fail.

I go shopping.. doesn't matter where.. just out shopping. Having myself a grand ol' time, whether it be shopping for groceries or things a lot more fun than that, shopping. Shopping is great, until....

I leave the confines of the store/mall etc, and head to the parking lot only to have NO clue WHAT-SO-EVER where my fricken frackin car is!! NONE! No idea at all, good thing I have a green mini-van, cause THOSE aren't common!

So then I embark on the mission of trying to find my car. I try the nonchalant approach at first, strolling with purpose down an isle as if I know exactly where I am going. This process is generally complicated by a car following me to get "my spot", so then I have to feign forgetfulness, "OOPS, (looking around frantically) must have left something in the store."

It's back to the store to "retrieve" non-existent lost item, and try the car finding ruse once more. This time I try the more distracted approach. (This works best if you make a pretend call on your cell phone) then you can wander around looking for your car, but of course you can't find it because you are so enthralled in the amazing conversation you are having on the phone. This tactic only works for a short period of time, and can be easily foiled if someone happens to call you while you are on your fake call. YES this HAS happened to me before.

Then finally when all hope is lost, and my arms are about to fall off from toting around the 8ft area rug I just purchased (hypothetically speaking of course) I wave my arm high above my head frantically pushing the "panic" button on my key and then listening for the horn to go off. As I am wandering around trying to play a giant game of "Marco - Polo", I realize I didn't bring my van, I drove Daniel's car.. it has no alarm.. and it's getting dark...

hypothetically speaking of course.

Comments

Crayl said…
Of course this is hypothetical! ;)
Sharon said…
That's my Amy... Love you.
Rindie said…
What a wild post! Hope all ended well. :)
Slatter Family said…
My dear Amy! I feel your pain :o)
Brown-Eyed Girl said…
That is so funny and so true. I think we all have done that. When that happens to me I click my lock button on my key ring and follow the Marco-Pollo beeping too.

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