Lost, but Not Forgotten

My family has told me for some time that my memory is poor with what I can’t remember (or recall correctly). Nothing makes me feel more unintelligent than being in a large, very full store parking lot (with cart full of groceries), and having recollection of where I parked my car when I first entered my store (of choice).

With a sense of total craziness, I obsessively click (and unclick) the car remote. I am hoping my car will light up, and I finally will recognize my ride home. This next example also puts me in the land of the stupid, (or at least I feel this way).

Shopping with a friend (or relative) and accidentally leaving your cell phone at home are not a good combination. Invariably one of you goes to search for something in another aisle.  The other person does not stay where they promised they would be while you make a quick trek to somewhere close by.

You do a complete sweep of the store without ever locating the person you came with. Your desperate attempt at a reunion involves the customer service desk announcing over the loud speaker about your separation issues with the individual you came in with. Both of you are embarrassed to say the least. Your friend (or relative) assures you that you walked by them several times, and ignored them (as your name was called).

The above two store examples have a range of emotions in common. The process begins with desperation (over the predicament your in). It then moves on to embarrassment (over this reoccurring predicament that speaks of your lack of intelligence). Bargaining with God happens next if He will grant you this favor. Somewhere in your mind, you wonder if resolution (finding the solution) will ever happen. The next time your lost, have your cell phone on hand, and text yourself with the location of your car before entering the store.  You are smarter than you give yourself credit for.