I was walking out of work yesterday with a new coworker. She has no idea what my sweet ride looks like. I had that horrified moment in a parking lot where I couldn’t figure out where I parked. Except, It was a very small parking lot, and one I park in almost every day. I was standing their stunned, unable to figure out where my car was. Then, it came to me, the car directly in front of me was mine. I know you are thinking, “How could she not recognize her own car?” My coworker gave me the same skeptical look.
Well……. there was a cloud burst at work, a brief but strong rain storm. And….. the rain must have cleaned all the dirt off my car, and I had difficulty recognizing it without the usual dust and grime. It looked almost like new. Maybe I should wash that sucker more often.