One of the many joys of true urban City life is the infrequency with which I need to drive. To put it another way, I drive when I want to, not because I have to. That means I can walk lotsa places, or I can cab it or take the MUNI. It is neat.

A side-effect of this phenomena is that I sometimes forget where I park my car. (Full disclosure: I don’t have ‘a parking spoot’). Yeah that’s right - I lose my car. It is a frustrating - but occassionaly entertaining - fact of life that not only do you have to find a spot to park, you have to remember it many days later. Given the reality that I might park on any of 8 or 9 blocks around my apartment, it is not a trivial thing to ‘look for’ the car if I can’t remember where I left it. So I frequently spend a few minutes mentally ‘retracing my footsteps’, trying to recall the last time I drove, then visualizing my subsequent walk home from my car.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. And so it was, the other day, that I lost my car. Couldn’t for the life of me remember where I’d parked. Ended up spending a good ten minutes or so walking the streets of Pac Heights in search of my coupe. Pretty funny, right? Well, I was thankful that I was not in a hurry at the time (though that has happened), and that the car was not ticketed (that too). Of course, I did find it eventually.

So be thankful, dear reader, that you have a trusty parking spot, driveway, or relatively uncrowded streets in your neighborhood. And that you, unlike me, don’t ever lose your car, dude.