I lost my car on Saturday.
Well, it’s ok.
I found it.
But from the time I lost it to the time I found it, I think I grew 20 grey hairs.
I parked my car on the street on Friday afternoon. I always park my car on the street. Sometimes I forget where I put it, but it hasn’t happened in a while.
It’s a common problem. And easy mistake to make when you park in a different place, on a different block every day. The days sort of end up running into each other and then you forget.
Anyway, in parked on Friday afternoon on my block, a few Avenues west of my place. I had to really maneuver my car into the parking spot, since a huge white truck was double parked next to the car in front of my spot. It was a really good spot.
On Saturday, I was headed out to Long Island to see the family. I was running really late and it was cold and raining out. I started walking to the car. Only, when I got to the street where I thought the car was, it wasn’t there.
Hmmm. Maybe it’s on the next street over.
I walked over to that street. No car.
Maybe it’s on the next Avenue.
I walked over to that Avenue. No car.
It’s raining and cold. And now I’m beginning to panic.
Where the heck did I park the flippin car?
I had to stop and think.
Think!!
Maybe I’ll have to hail a cab and make him drive me round and look for it. I was getting fatigued.
It was also getting later and later. It’s almost not worth going anymore. As it was, I was running so late.
Maybe I should just turn around and go back to the apartment. But, I’ll have to find the car eventually. I may as well just keep looking.
Then, as a last resort, I prayed. I’m not the most religious person, but in times of need like this, I figured I’d give it a shot.
I prayed to the saint who helps you find lost shit, Saint Fenurious.
Suddenly, I remembered the big white truck. That made me remember the street it was on. The car wasn’t on one of the streets I was looking on. It was on my street! The street I live on.
I headed back towards my street.
As I turned the corner, there it was. My sweet car was sitting there waiting for me. Winking at me, as it always does.
I sweetie! There you are! Thanks for waiting for me!!
My faithful car was patiently waiting.
I unlocked the door and jumped in for warmth and dryness.
Thank you Saint Fanurious!
