Ummm… Where Is My Car?
I took Kendall to school last night. She goes to school at Missouri Baptist University and on Monday nights she has to go to the main campus. Sometimes I drive her up there so that she doesn’t have to go by herself and I don’t really trust her car all that much. After dropping her off at school I decided to go over to Chesterfield Mall to walk around. After walking around the mall and buying a couple books I came back out to the parking lot to get into my car and guess what… no car. I walked up and down the rows pushing my lock and panic button trying to locate my car, but I never found it. After walking around the same parking lot several times I went up to the door of the mall and peered into it trying to remember if I came out the right door. It was official, this was the right place, this was the right parking lot, and my car was missing.
My stomach was turning, my head spinning, and all I could think of was the horrible experience that I went through the last time my car was stolen. How could this happen again. After getting sick and beginning to sweat I flagged down a security officer who was patrolling the parking lot. I told him that I couldn’t find my car and that I know I had parked it in this parking lot. I told him I was driving my new ‘05 Black Chevy Cobalt and then I hopped in the truck while we searched the parking lot. He told me the steps we needed to take before we called the police. This whole time I am praying that I just missed it, or that someone simply “moved” it to another location. Kendall was at school, I was stuck over at the mall with no car, and it would be a good hour or more before anyone could get up there to pick us up. I knew that I had left a key in the glove box of my car and I then wondered if I had locked it. Somehow in my head I remembered locking my car and looking back at it as I went into the mall to make sure the lights flashed to tell me it was locked. I knew for sure that I had parked in that parking lot and that I had locked the car. Someone had to have broken in and stolen it.
The security officer drove me around to each of the parking lots at the mall. He said we had to make sure it wasn’t on the property anywhere and so we went up row after row after row and the whole time I pushed the button on my remote to see if my car would honk or something. He continued to ask what the car looked like, where I came out, where I parked, and he said that this was one of the safest places to leave a car because they have not had a care stolen from their lot in years (which is the same thing The Muny told me). I felt so sick and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me again and then suddenly like a mighty wind rushing across me I had a small moment of remembrance flow back into my brain and I realized something. Are you sitting down? I realized that I drove Kendall’s car to St. Louis, not my car. I had been looking for a black Cobalt and I showed up in a red Caviler.
After I had blood flow back in my brain and I started to calm down I told the security officer what had happened, and he laughed a little bit and said that he had done that several times before as well and that basically his job was to help people find their cars. I was a bit embarrassed as he drove me back to the area that I had parked and lo and behold there it sat, the red Caviler.

