Did you ever park your car somewhere and forget where?
When my mother-in-law was having trouble with this, we put a fluorescent tennis ball on her antenna. So, when she went to Macy's, she had a better chance of locating her car after shopping. It worked for a while.
But lots of people started using antenna tennis balls.
Electronic car starter/door openers helped a little. Click the magic remote control and cars lit and trunks flew up. Parking lots could be seen from outer space!
I lost my car last night.
My sister, a gifted elementary school teacher, now retired, once told me that had Attention Deficit Disorder been available when I was a kid, I would have been the poster child. Little has changed.
I am easily distracted.
Saturday, with huge anticipation, we attended the Rhiannon Giddens performance at the Opera House. We had seen her on “CBS Saturday” — she was great. Never guessed she'd visit here. And I thought Ella Fitzgerald was pretty special — still do.
I parked in back of the Register office and waddled over to the Opera House, camera in tow. It was a spectacular show! I stayed after (star struck!) then headed out to the car and on to home. I walked out to the parking lot in back of the Opera House. No car. Walked around, then out to the street — nothing. Then I checked the “courtesy” parking at Good 'N You. Nope.
If there had been a large flashing, well-lit beach ball glowing atop the old Jetta, I'd have missed it. My brain had re-calibrated — wonderful music, a packed venue, Paris, photo weary and hungry. My attention was elsewhere.
Sometimes being distracted isn't all bad and cars turn up, eventually.