So, I am one of those people who forgets things, loads! This afternoon while leaving the parking lot at work, I spot this man frantically walking back and forth carrying his car keys. He stops at a car, presses his keys … waits, and moves on. Puzzled, I drive to where he is and ask if he is OK? He tells me that he borrowed his colleague’s car, and he cannot remember where he parked it, or what it looks like. All he knows is that it’s a Mitsubishi, and this only because of the logo on the keys. So he’s stopping at each Mitsubishi SUV and trying the alarm if it will respond LOL! I suggest that he calls his colleague to get the car registration number and colour? He says he’ll check two more cars before he calls. I wish him luck. Now, we all know that men don’t ask for directions … but seriously? And as I am driving out, I say to myself “…thank you Lord, I am normal! I am not the only one who forgets where I am parked LOL!”.