Confused
It was early on a Tuesday morning. By the time I parked my car at the airport the sun was beginning to filter through the clouds, so silver glistened around the gray-puffs floating above. I noticed because I had stopped to complete a personal airport parking lot ritual.
My ritual is simple. Before I walk far from where I’ve parked, I stop and shoot a quick photo of the sign marking the location. That way I don’t have to worry about remembering where my car sits. After all, it seems as if I always arrive late at night, after working a full day.
My return flight touched down the next day, just before nine p.m. I wasn’t worried about finding my car, because I had the photo and I’d made a couple of mental notes to confirm my memory the day before. So, I walked right to the spot without concern. Until anxiety gripped my soul.
My car was not where I left it! Confused, I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at the location photo. E8! No car! And, it was not only my car. The entire parking section exhibited only asphalt! More than one-hundred cars had disappeared! Had a magician befuddled me?
If so, then that same magician had confused others as well. A single man and one equally dazed couple stood not far away talking to an airport parking lot attendant. I sidled up while listening to their exchange.
“Your cars have been moved,” the attendant said.
The couple asked, “where are they?”
“Let me make a call,” the attendant responded before reporting, “they’re between E3 and E5. They tried to put the cars in the same order as their original location.”
Then, we the beleaguered travelers, began trudging together toward the promised location. The lone man found his car first. The couple found their car next. Mine was not yet found!
“We’re not going to leave you out here alone,” the couple exclaimed.
So, we walked the dark rows together until I spotted my car parked at seemingly the greatest distance possible.
“I’ve got it,” I cried. “Thank you for staying to help!”
They smiled. Our shared confusion had created a bond, so we exchanged contact information before parting.
“Leaving the airport now.” I messaged before driving home.
When I walked into our house my wife was waiting.
“What happened? Did you lose your car?”
A second wave of surprise pummeled me!
“Why do you ask?”
“You’re much longer than I expected!”
“As a matter of fact,” I wearily grinned, while watching her confusion about how my car could have been moved without my knowledge!
And in the end? My confusion and exhaustion had been overwhelmed by kind and giving strangers.
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I’m Lynn Butterfield, Real Estate & Lifestyle Expert and Television Host for American Dream TV. I’ve helped hundreds of Buyers and Sellers, as an Associate Broker with Coldwell Banker, to discover where and how they want to live and work; to achieve what I call Realesation™. That’s why I bring you American Dream TV, Monday’s Warm Cocoa and Home by Design Magazine to stir your heart and mind. Contact me so I can join you along your own unique path of discovery.
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