you know how "old folks" are always being depicted as not being able to find their cars in a parking lot?????? You've seen them. Glazed eyes roaming the parking lot hoping that the car will grow arms and wave at them. And these folks have probably had their cars for a couple (a million) years.
Well Mr. and Mrs. Cuckoo went to the market to pick up some things for GK to have for her overnight with her bestie Bella. Keep in mind that Mr. Cuckoo works for a car rental agency and never brings the same car home two nights in a row. Secretly I think our neighbors think we're selling illegal something out of the house because of all the out of state visitors we have (wink, wink) but that's another post.
Anyway, the Mr. and I walk out and kinda give each other a giggle. Where are we parked? I'll see you that remark and raise you a what in the hell did we drive said I. We did a bit of the old people stare and then smartie britches set off the personal "help me" button and the car began to play Marco Polo in the parking lot with us.