Things That Happened

Car Story #1
I lose my car at the mall all the time. I refuse to admit that it’s because I’m scatterbrained and geographically challenged, and instead prefer to blame the stupid layout of the mall. I usually think Belk is the most convenient place to park, but Belk has several entrances and it’s tough to distinguish them from one another from inside the store. So, inevitably, I come out of the wrong entrance and go to the place in that lot where my car SHOULD be, and then my car isn’t there. This is what happened on Friday. Sammi and I came out of the mall, and it was getting dark, and we went to the approximate place in the lot where my car should be, and it wasn’t there.

Sam knows I lose my car a lot. She asked me if it was possible that my car was in the other lot. I said no way, I was sure this was the lot, and probably I’d just picked the wrong row. So we wandered around in that lot and my car was nowhere to be seen. Even though I do this all the time, every time it happens I start to get this tiny rising fear in the back of my throat that maybe this time someone stole my car. I figured I’d hit the panic button on my keyless entry thingie, and the car would start freaking out to tell me where it was. The only problem is that the panic button won’t work if you’re too far away from the car. My car didn’t respond, and the lack of response finally convinced us that the car must be in another lot, which was like a million miles away. Or maybe it was just around the corner.

As we were walking, Sammi finally decided that this was the most hilarious thing ever, and she was laughing her ass off and I was repeatedly jabbing the panic button with my thumb and nothing was happening. “What the hell? I AM panicking. Where the hell is my car?” I kept asking, and evidently the more I said I was panicking, the funnier Sammi found it.

Finally, we saw my little blue car, complete with Northwestern stickers, and when we were about six feet away from it, it started honking and flashing its lights as if relieved to see us. The panic button worked.

I already found the damn thing. THANKS FOR NOTHING, PANIC BUTTON.

When we were leaving Target later that night, Sammi said, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you lost your car again?” We were walking toward the back of the center aisle, near the cart corral where I remembered parking the car, and right as we got close enough to see that my car was not, in fact, in that spot near the cart corral, I cursed and wheeled around and headed back toward the store, where the car was actually parked four spaces from the front. We’d walked right past it.

Car Story #2
Ginny and I were driving around in Dayton looking for Mennonite buggies when my cell phone rang. Mom’s number was on the caller ID, but when I answered the phone, it was Jamie calling from Roanoke.

“Mom just hit me with the car!” she announced with something like glee in her voice.

After she assured me that she was okay, I put her on speakerphone so she could tell me and Ginny about how Mom was picking her up at McDonald’s and was trying to move forward to avoid a car behind her just as Jamie was crossing in front of the car, and bam! she hit Jamie. We encouraged her to hold this over Mom’s head for a very long time, and Jay said she figured she could get out of dishes for a week or so over it.

We hung up with her and immediately called Sammi, who was in line at the dollar theater in Lynchburg. We told her Mom had hit Jamie with the car but that everyone was fine, and she practically hung up on us so she could call Jamie immediately and get the story.

Later, Mom wryly observed that “good news travels fast.” I just told her that her reckless antics were no match for the Hoover Sisters Information Network.

Comments 8

  • A friend of mine visited Dallas once on the heals of my own trip to there. She didn’t want to pay for a week of airport parking but also didn’t want to pay for the shuttle from her place to her flight. We worked out a system where she would park her car and hide her key on her truck and I, returning to L.A. the next morning, would use her truck to return to work instead of relying on public transportation and just pick her up the following saturday when she returned.
    To best locate the truck, however, I had her take pictures behind her as she walked from her parking spot. She took a shot of the truck from the end of her row and then from the entrance of the parking lot, etc. so I’d have a map.
    You could do the same thing with your own car: snap a pic with your phone from the end of your row, from just outside the mall doors pointed toward your row and then a pic from Inside the mall of the doors you’ll want to exit from. You’ll never have to be or look lost again, you just bring up the pics and review them as you calmly and confidently walk back to the correct exit. :o)

  • I’m glad I’m not the only one who moseys about clicking on the horn button to find their car…

  • The HSIN works quite well if something really funny happened, especially if it involves mom being scatter-brained. HOWEVER, if we all want to go somewhere, or make a decision about ANYTHING, the Hoover Sister Information Network has shit for brains.

  • It occurs to me that Sammi was with you when you went into Target, so really, it was hilarious that you BOTH lost the car the second time.

  • ~A, that’s some really good advice; thanks for sharing that. (I get lost quite a bit myself) :)

  • I lose camel all the time. They all look alike to me. Don’t feel bad! Tie a flag to its tail, like me.

  • Or you could just lay off the drugs… I hear they alter your memory ;)

  • And also, Isn’t it about time for a festive fall layout… with some pumpkins? Btw… did you realize you left your pumpkin delights here? Cause you did. And I ate them all. But if you come back this weekend, I’ll get you more.

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