I had to make a quick stop at Target last night. ‘Tis the season, so the parking lot was packed; the only spots open were at the very back. As I was walking toward the store, I noticed an elderly woman wandering around, looking kind of lost and forlorn. I asked her if she’d lost her car. She described it to me and apologized for being stupid. I told her not to worry, it happens to everyone. I walked down the row with her, looking for a maroon sedan with a 7A plate. It was only about 10 cars beyond where she’d been standing, so she would have found it on her own, but it was nice to feel helpful.
I forgot about the incident while I was shopping, but was reminded again when I left the store. For a moment, I thought, “That’s going to be me in 30 years.” Then, as I was standing around looking for my damned car, I amended it to, “Hell, that’s me now!”
red paper boat 