Doing a Double-Take

Hello, dear blog readers! I'm sure most of you have one of those "my mama always said..." stories. Well, MY mama always said that it stinks getting older. I feel like with everything happening these last few weeks, sometimes my mind isn't firing on all synapses, so to speak.

Do you ever have those moments, dear blog readers, when you're so preoccupied by something that you don't recognize the obvious thing right in front of your face?

For example, here's what might happen. (And I'm NOT saying this happened to me. Ahem.) 

You go to the store on a Saturday afternoon at one of the busiest times of day because your spouse can babysit the kids while they nap. It means a trip to the store ALONE. After trying to learn where all of your needed items are, you check out of the store an hour later and head across the parking lot. By this time, the parking lot is almost completely full. There are two huge SUV's flanking your little family sedan. As as result, you can't see it and you momentarily start to wonder if you should hit the panic button in order to find it again.

You then realize that you remember (for a change) exactly which row you parked in, so you confidently head off in the direction of your car. Then your mind wanders to something else, which is understandable considering what a beautiful day it is outside. The weather is perfect.

You stop at the trunk of the car that looks vaguely like yours. You pull the keys out of your pocket, forgetting that the battery for the remote keyless entry is dead and needs to be replaced. You wonder why you can't get into your car, and why the trunk isn't popping open. You take a second look: the car you're facing is *clean.* And because it's clean, it looks newer than yours.

For a moment, a small sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead. You wonder if there's some parking lot security guard or bored police officer who's driving around just looking for someone to bust for attempted breaking-and-entering or, better yet, grand theft auto. You're stuck between gazing around wondering if you really DID park your car somewhere else....

And then you recognize your own license plate. Your brain also finally catches up with you and you remember that it rained the night before, which explains the rarified cleanliness of the outward appearance of your vehicle. Happily, you laugh at yourself, load your groceries, hope you don't bump into another car as you back out from between those two large SUVs blocking your view, and head home.

Again, not that this happened to me. I'm just speculating here.  :)

Happy Sunday to you all, dear blog readers! I hope you're able to enjoy another fine spring day.