Just a little while ago I was heading out of work to my car, or where I usually park my car, when I realized my car wasn't there.
Where -did- I park my car??
I usually try to park in the same general area, but when you take an odd lunch time it's hard, because you come back and all the spots are taken. And me, in the somewhat frazzled state I have been in lately thanks to the rigamarole of new homebuying, forgot where the hell my car was.
I walked around for a few minutes, hitting my lock and unlock buttons on my car remote, listening for it. I found it, but in doing so had visions of old ladies with big rubber-ball like Mickey Mouse heads on the ends of their car antennas.
That will never happen to me though, because the antenna on my car is busted and won't extend when I turn my radio on due to an accident a few years ago that never got fully fixed.
But at any rate ... felt like a dumbass. Hopefully no one was watching from the 3rd floor.