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The parking lot of our small town grocery store might hold 35 cars. As I exited the store this morning, I noticed an older (I hope) guy standing and looking. I asked him if his car was hiding. He said he guessed so. I asked what it was and after he told me, inquired if it might be the one just behind him.
His expression said it all. None of it was printable.

Getting old is some scary....stuff.
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Les

Another viewpoint:
Went to a friend's college graduation, couldn't find his grandpa's car we borrowed.

Beige Buicks are invisible in a parking lot.
Don't drive a beige Buick.

As we used to say, "If it had teeth, it would have bit him." This car, hiding behind him, next to the building he had just exited was a silver BMW 330 iX. I had noticed it when I went into the store. There were probably less than 18 cars in the lot.
There aren't many Bimmers around here.

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Les

I went out a different entrance at Belks on a Black Friday, early morning sale and couldn't find my Trans AM once..

Helps to park as far away from the store as possible. I mean WAAAY out - where no one else parks....lol....

I've learned to take note of what row I'm parked in as it relates to the storefront.

I once lost track of my then 3 yo daughter....while carrying her on my shoulders.

I was talking to my buddy when he said "what's the scurrying and cussing about?" I can't find my phone! "you're holding it against your ear" Oh, yeah

Zebra stripes or a Razzle Dazzle paint scheme will cure most of this.

I've taken to photographing the towers at the San Diego Zoo that show what row you're parked in, when I visit there. Phone comes in handy for that.

Unless you need a holdup getaway car in a retirement town. ;)

I parked a silver Taurus rental car in the lot of an AZ golf course and after golf, came out to find a big pickup parked next to it and a big dent on the side of the Taurus that looked like the truck may have done it. After stewing for several minutes trying to decide what to do, I finally tried the remote and now that didn’t work either! My rental was on the next row over. Oops…another senior moment.

They sell locators for finding your car. Just press the button when getting out and the locator will give you directions back when needed.

Of course, you need to remember to push the button.

I pulled into my driveway once on my way to Ace Hardware.

Socrates once led a pack mule up a mountain while pondering deep into thoughts and equations.
When he got to the top, he was holding reins and had forgotten the animal.

errr...That's the way I rationalize it. Right? Right.

There is no hope for me. Sometimes, I can't remember which car I drove to the store. It's really hard to find then.

To fk wt my mind my truck moves while i am in the store..

Ha! I did the very same thing.

Before he Covidian Era, when going on vacation and parking at the airport. We take a pic of the car in the space # and another of the row as we walk in.

We have in the past, parked and raced in because we were cutting it close.

A week later we spent an hour playing detective trying to retrace where we parked it.

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We have a lifted Excursion on 33" tires. I can scan the parking lot for the longest roof dark green line, and usually be spot on !

I’m sure the “old” guy felt embarrassed. It’s hard to witness these events. When I park long-term at the airport I always snap a photo of the nearest location placard.

Not for the faint of heart.

I can deal with all the aches and pains from a life of physical adventure, but the mental aspects of aging are of concern for all of us, or should be. It is frightening: My MIL goes from being a Babbling Brook to lucid between sips of tea.

There is no history in my family of dementia or overly reduced capacity...I hope I stay the course.

The DC area airports give you a ticket for parking that you can pay on return at kiosks at the airport to avoid pay lines at the parking garages. I always write down the numbers and the garage. Map on line are my friend.

About a year ago I discovered that my iPhone remembers where I parked my car and will guide me back to it. Handy for large stadium events and unfamiliar parking lots.

The very day I picked my brand new 1974 914 2.0 I had a photo project 120 miles north. The radio from Porsche new would have been over $600 so I ordered the car radio delete and planned on getting my own radio. I had plenty of time, so I stopped at a mall in a city I had never been in before and went in the mall looking for a stereo shop. I did not find the 8 track stereo I wanted, so I went back to my car. I know I drove in on the ground level, and went to where I parked and my hours old car was not there. I was panicking and about to call the police, when I thought to look on the parking level one level up.

There was my car. Evidently, the level from one entrance is higher than the other entrances. I was real glad I did not call the cops, and happy to get in my car and go.

I bet you’re thinkin’:

‘One day! One fecking day and somebody steals my car!’

I realize it is not just age. Many people just have something else on their mind. 50 years ago my sister, who lived just a few miles away, dropped by with her kids and left a message for her husband to stop by for supper at the end of the day. At supper, I saw his truck go by and we speculated he needed to go into town for something. Ten minutes later he pulled into the driveway. When my sister asked where he had gone, he confessed he had started along the road and had gone a few miles beyond our house before he remembered where he was going .
He was noted for losing track of his surroundings when he was thinking. Shortly after trading his '70 Chevelle sedan with the 6 cylinder for a ' 74 Malibu wagon, he was daydreaming at a stoplight in town. When the light changed and he didn't react, my sister said,"The light. " His reaction was to floor the throttle which was required in the Chevelle. But the Malibu had the 454 and responded by laying down twin black marks across the main intersection in town!
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Les