I came across this topic when I was visiting a friend a few days ago.
Losing a car, doesn’t happen to me once, for sure twice and I don’t rule out it will happen again. ?
The first time I lost a car was at the airport, Hubby’s car this time, try to find it back.
Surprisingly it only took me about an hour to find it, but I thought I would never find it back.
The second time was in Amstelveen, where I was in school at the time.
The parking lot in the city is quite large and has multiple exits.
The place I had made my own, was occupied and it was pretty busy, so I had to find another place.
With my hasty behavior I didn’t checked where I parked, so when I walked out of the parking I was somewhat surprised to see the other side of the mall.
On the way back I walked to my regular spot and didn’t find my car. ?
Looking around, it seemed like the garage was growing under my feet.
Again and again I saw a new corner with dozens of cars.
I am not exaggerating, the car park is great, but perhaps by my increasing panic the garage began to look even bigger. ?
Meanwhile, an hour later, sweaty and in complete panic, I began to wonder if I had been spotted by the parking-people.
I decided to call hubby; (crying)
“Honey, I lost my car..??”
Hubby; “Again? How?”
Me: “No idea, but.. Help? ”
Hubby; “I’m at work, I don’t know wat to do from here..”
Yep, what could he do? As if he could make my car magically appear, just snapping his fingers. I wish he could though.
Somehow I was hoping he would come and help me search, but unfortunately he didn’t. A bit mean right?! ?
Eventually, I saw a sweet-GrandpaLike-Mister and told him that I had lost my car.
The man looked at me a bit blurry (which is pretty normal when people see me for the first time, I noticed. ?) after that, he began to talk really slowly.
I may have looked like a a three-year-lolly-eater looking for her lost parents. ?
Dear-GrandpaLike-Mister asked me what my first memory was when I came out the garage and bang, my memory came back. ?
A flower shop!
It turned out, I was wandering around a floor too high.
I flew Dear-Grandpa-Mister around his neck and thanked him as if he had given me 10,000 euro.
One floor down I still had to search for a while, but eventually I found my dear Tuut! I was so happy. ?
That must have looked pretty strange as well, I greeted my car as a long lost friend and could remain myself from laying down on the hood. ?
Since then, I’m much more alert when it comes to parking garages.
My other weird actions include: walking to your car, open the door, sit down and then wondering why on Earth you’re in the passenger seat. ?
Trying to open the wrong car, I did that too.
My car is a blue opel corsa and there’re a few millions of them in The Netherlands, so it’s not that crazy.
Last week I had an appointment in the hospital. (No worries, nothing serious.)
Careful I chose for the parking lot closest to the department where I was supposed to be.
Luckily there was a spot in front of the door, so I didn’t have to worry losing Tuut again. ?
To get to the entrance you have to walk up a small set of stairs, of course I forgot a step.
Instead of immediately drop down, I made a weird-ass-slowmotion-dance, in which I clearly lost my balance and just jumped around from one leg to the other.
It’s not easy to explain how it looked like exactly, strange though, but I didn’t fall.
Sadly I literally make sounds with everything I do, with this as well.
The people who didn’t saw my strange dance, probably heard my screams. ?
My appointment was so fast, within ten minutes I walked outside again.
I was pretty careful with the stairs this time.
Once I got to my car, I couldn’t open the door, very strange.
Until it struck me that this car was very clean, too clean to be my car. ?
Tuut was standing a few cars further. I tried to walk away as nonchalant as possible, this time to the right car.
At most (paid) parking places, the entrance and exit are side by side, here as well. But because there was a barrier before the thing where you put your card in (What’s that called? ?), I didn’t recognized it as an exit.
So this time I wasn’t looking for my car, but looking for the exit. ?
I’m sure I turned around twice in front of the exit, because I didn’t recognize it. It must have looked funny. ?
Eventually I drove behind another car and was hoping they could help me out.
Thanks to my stalking qualities, I found out where the exit was and that I had turned around in front of it, a couple of times.
The barrier automatically goes up and the ticket-eater becomes visible.
I probably could have seen this sooner, if I had paid more attention. ?
So, anyone looking for something exciting?? I can even make parking an adventure. ?