Last Friday, as I was leaving my office (ECSTATIC that the weekend was finally here), I noticed from the building's entrance that my car wasn't where I'd parked it. I was running a little late in the morning, so when I got to work the lot was already full & I was forced to park on the street. Slightly panicking, I tried to relive the morning in my mind,..I could clearly picture myself parking on the street, across from the house with the yellow irises...and right now that spot was clearly empty.
I had a sudden flashback to a summer memory from my preteen years. I was locking up my beloved cherry-red Schwinn beach cruiser at my local public swimming pool. As I was wrapping the chain through the front tire, a guy sitting on the grass nearby (with 3 other losers) yelled at me to "lock that bike up real good boy, cuz it might not be there when you get done swimming."
When I finished my swimming session, I noticed that he wasn't BS'ing me, My bike was gone....well, most of it. In my ignorance, I only locked up the front tire, so all the guy had to do was detach the tire from the frame and he had a nearly new bike. I froze in place when I saw the locked tire. I was too embarrassed to walk any where near the bike rack, so I walked home...crying most of the way. I remember getting yelled at by my father when I told him what had happened. I remember yelling back at him that I had paid for the bike with the money I earned from mowing lawns and that he had no reason to yell at me. I also remember the slap that I got for yelling at him.
*** End of Flashback ***
A few moments later, my body is awash in embarrassment. I feel extremely foolish. I feel somewhat senile, but mostly I feel relieved....why, you ask...it's because at that glorious moment, I remembered that I moved my car at lunch, and there she sat in the middle of the parking lot.
Hmm...the joys (?!) of getting older.
Shut up, I can hear you all snickering...bitches!