It was raining, the parking lot was full, I had to hand my car keys over to an attendant. When I came back hours later, carrying a suitcase and two bags, the attendant was gone. There was a piece of paper stuck to a post that said that keys could be retrieved at the main gate (three blocks away). I walked back to the main gate, (cursing myself for not carrying a spare set in my purse), waited for my turn in line between cars and got my keys.
After lugging my bags all the way back, I started looking for my car….I walked up and down row after row of vehicles… I tried the remote button but no light went on and no horn blared…All the cars seemed the same colour: gray, like mine… all shades of gray…It felt like a joke….could I have walked by it and missed it? I walked through it again.
Out of ideas, I crossed over to the next lot….and there it was! Among a sea of gray cars….Why they parked my car so far away from where I left it…I will never know…but I made up my mind then and there that my next car will be a flamboyant colour so at least it will stand out in a crowd….
Reminds me of Homer Simpson’s comment:
You know that little ball you put on the aerial so you can find your car in a parking lot? That should be on every car!