Lost in the Airport Parking Lot

I never liked parking in large lots, like at an airport. ‘Let’s see, we parked on level 4, section AA3-Blue-R. Got it’. I was always afraid of losing my car and dying of starvation in the parking lot. Luckily, that never happened, but I was always afraid it would…

Well, a few months ago, I found myself in the airport lot again. Economy parking, Blue Section C6, 3 rows from the sign, and 5 spots in. The funny thing was that I looked up at that sign, and almost without thinking of it, I memorized exactly where I was. I saw a blueberry on the sign, with a cigarette poking through it and an axe buried in the post. That was enough for me, and I confidently got on the shuttle. When I got back late the next day, I wasn’t worried at all. I didn’t have to write down where I parked on a scrap of paper and hope I still had it… So I got back on the shuttle, went to Blue section C6, moved down 3 rows and 5 spots.

It’s a little thing… but I love not having to worry about the little things 🙂

I’ve posted this experience, and many others in the past over at the School of Phenomenal Memory Forum.

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