Carma

I lost my car tonight, sort of. I had some vague recollection of where I parked, but couldn't quite remember where I had left it. This thing happens to me more than one might think prudent, but it always kind of amuses me. (Except, of course, when it doesn't.) I mean, I know I left the car somewhere, so why get all worked up about it? It'll be there. I am grateful for the thingamajig on my key chain that makes my faithful Honda beep when I'm within firing range. That's a bonus, and shortens my aimless wandering in giant shopping mall parking lots by at least a couple of miles. Anyway, the car showed up, about 5 blocks into my search, sitting there, patiently awaiting my return. He looked happy to see me.