Scarred for Life??

Ok, I am not a perfect person. I have many faults, but one fault in particular is my inability to remember where I park. I NEVER can remember EVER! This is so frustrating. I can go into a store for literally 2 minutes, come out, and wonder where in the world my car is? It has always been a source of entertainment for my family, and after I find the car I have to admit that I can laugh about it too. But one day that all changed. It was actually very traumatic. I do have to start by saying this was a particular rough period in my life about a year and a half ago. My husband and I were not getting along; my oldest son had all but quit caring about anything. He was failing EVERY single class he was taking and I was afraid that he was going to have to repeat the 7th grade (he didn't by the way, but he did have to take a class during summer school). Anyway, life was hitting me from every direction. On this particular May day, I made my way to Wally World to get a few things for dinner and to take a much needed break from home. I parked my car and knowing that I can't remember where I park, made note of where I was and the cars that were around me (hoping this would help when I came out of the store). So I go in and do my shopping, taking my sweet time, trying to relax (are you allowed to say relax and Wal-Mart in the same sentence?) I finished my shopping, bagged, and paid for my purchases. I didn't have too many things so instead of worrying about trying to put a cart away, I decided to just carry my few bags and case of DP. I walk out of the store and head to my car. When I got to my car, guess what...that's right, IT WAS GONE! I thought well maybe I am mistaken and I parked on the other row. I walked down the next row...and the next, and the next, and the next. I started panicking and the groceries were starting to get heavy. I dug out my keys and started pushing the panic button hoping to sound the alarm so I would know where the car was...NOTHING. So once again, I start down each row, one by one, pushing the panic button. My car was nowhere to be found. Now I am really starting to panic and the tears start to flow (I have been looking for the car for about 30 minutes or more now). I am not sure if the car has been stollen or if I have lost my mind! I knew right where the car should have been, after all I made sure to look and take note of where I parked! About this time (still walking and pushing that panic button & tears still flowing), The case of DP breaks and DP start rolling down the parking lot rows! People are starting to look at me really weird and I am embarrassed and thinking that I am on my way to the loony bin. I tried my best to pick up all the runaway cans of DP (Heaven knows I am going to need them now!) and decide to swallow my pride and call my husband to rescue me. I get him on the phone and tell him I can't find my car. He asks what do you mean? Do you think it was stolen? Between sobs, I was able to explain that I just didn't know. He told me to stay put and he would be there in a minute. My husband arrived and I got into the suburban and he asked me where I thought I had parked. I showed him and we drove up and down the rows...no car. Ok I am starting to gain my composure now. My husband asks me if I am sure I parked on this side of Wal-Mart. I told him YES, I NEVER park on the other side, EVER! Well after driving up and down the rows on the side I thought I parked on and before reporting the car stolen (which now I am secretly hoping that is what happened to save face) he decided to go to the other side. I almost died...At the completely opposite end of where I "thought" I had parked was my car, safe and sound, waiting for me to come out of the store and drive it home. I turned red, he laughed, and I jumped out of the suburban and drove home. All the while wondering how on earth my car got there because I KNOW I DID NOT PARK THERE! I just couldn't wrap my brain around it. I remembered parking the car on the other side of the parking lot. I truly thought I was going crazy. Every since that day I have a predestined row for every store that I go to. I will not vary it no matter what. I would walk a mile in a hailstorm if I had to, LOL. And I still think about that day every time I go to Wal-Mart!