My absent-minded car story… Years ago when I was living in DC there was a coffee shop I liked to go to. It was 2 metro stops from me (in Dupont Circle if you’re familiar with DC) but on weekends sometimes I would just drive down and park nearby. So one Saturday that’s what I did. I probably stayed for a couple hours doing work on my laptop, then went home. Now, living in the city and not having a dedicated parking spot, sometimes remembering where I parked the car took some time.
A week later (I didn’t use the car during the week) I have to go out and I can’t find the car. Not on the street in front of my building, not in the parking lot behind the building, not on any nearby streets. I think, “shit, my car has been stolen.” So before I go back inside to call the police (pre-cell phone days) I try to remember when was the last time I saw the car. And suddenly I realize that the prior weekend, while I had driven to the coffee shop, when I came home I forgot that I had driven and took the metro home. It strikes me that I’ve left my car parked on a street in downtown DC for one entire week. And I remember exactly where I parked it. I take metro down there, walk to the spot and sure enough, there’s my car with like 4 parking tickets. It’s also accumulated a lot of dust and someone has written “wash me” on the window. Amazing that it wasn’t towed.