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Did You Ever Forget Where You Parked Your Car, Then Found It......20 Years Later?

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"Dominique McMullan

Fri, Nov 17, 2017, 13:12

We have all been there. You park your car and go about your business. Three hours later you cannot for the life of you remember where you left it. Was it on level 4B? Or was it 3D?

The difference between you and one German man, is that it usually only takes you a few minutes to find it. This week, an elderly German man was re-united with his car twenty years after he forgot where he parked.

He reported his car missing to the police in Frankfurt in 1997 and city authorities have just found it. The car was not stolen, but in fact parked in a garage in an old industrial building.

The car was discovered because the building was due to be demolished. The police set out to find the owner of the vehicle as it was in the way.

When the 76-year-old owner was found, he was driven by police and accompanied by his daughter to be reunited with the car, according to German regional paper Augsberger Allgemein."

https://www.irishtimes.com/news/off...after-forgetting-where-he-parked-it-1.3295670
 
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#2 ·
Wow, that's bizarre. My Mom couldn't find her truck for about 20 minutes in a large shopping area in San Antonio but in her defense she drives a white Ford. In Texas that is puts her truck in the majority of trucks. She was disgusted with herself. LOL
 
#4 ·
My Mom couldn't find her truck
I got in the wrong truck once where I worked because someone had one that was similar and they had parked in the spot I normally used.

I didn't realize it until the key wouldn't turn in the ignition.
(In my somewhat weak defense, it was night time)
 
#7 ·
Got out of work early one night, we all decided to go and close a bar a fellow who worked days owned. I was one of the very last to leave, arrived at my new home (3 months of ownership.). Woke up the next day and my car was not in the drive way where I always parked it. Called a friend and asked who had taken me home. He told me no one I had walked across the street and got in the car parked in the local Right Aid lot.

After hanging up the phone I decided to go see if I had taken the time to put in ther little garage behind the house. Open the door and right there on ther Patio was my car. I had wondered since I had bought the house if the car would fit on the patio, where I had been parking my motor cycle.

Sure got the dickens at work that night. My car then was a XJ jeep.


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I hvae had some one ..move my truck....to the other side of the area I was hunting in.....?
I think that was a... time space continuum..event...
Somewhere in the parallel universe... is my truck parked where I left it.
 
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In grade school, a cruel teacher corrected me loudly in front of the class that if I didn't have my head attached to my body, I would lose it. I never lost that she was not a nice person.

To her credit, I never lost my head, but was I was amazed where I occasionally found it.

Never lost my car, but didn't remember for a few seconds how I got my motorcylce home one night. I imagine my relief when I found it in the garage, with it and myself in two separate wholes pieces. It came flooding back to me. :)
 
#15 ·
Flew into Orlando at night after dark, picked up a rental, went to the hotel.
Got up the next morning and drove to Disneyworld, parked, got on the tram and into the Park, spent the day there, went to come out...Which lot were we in? What kind of car? I think we were in the Goofy lot somewhere in the middle. What kind of car was it? I think it was a white sedan, maybe a Camry or Accord or Sonata or something (they all look alike). Luckily the Key FOB has a panic button on it. We found it after about 15 minutes of walking pressing the panic button on the key fob.

Had we waited late enough it would have been the last car in the lot.
 
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Years ago, when I worked afternoon shift at the prison, I'd drive into town and board the public transportation bus that went out to the prison. I'd sleep going out and sleep coming back. Got to the point, I was working lots of extra shifts. Sometimes, I'd stay an extra 8 hours on the midnight shift. If they called me for the morning shift, the bus would be gone by the time I got to town, so I'd drive out. Couldn't work over 16 hours, two shifts.
After many weeks of long hours, I got off from my normal afternoon shift, climbed onto the bus and went to sleep. Once we got into town, I got off the bus and walked to my vehicle. But it was gone. It is a small parking lot and clearly, my vehicle wasn't there. As I walked to the pay phone (I said it was a while ago) I remembered that I'd been called to work on the day shift and had driven to work. My vehicle was back at the prison, 20 miles away and I was 5 miles from home and it was near midnight. I was able to flag down the bus as it returned to the prison and retrieved my vehicle.
 
#17 ·
Similar story, but with a twist.

Five of us from work drove to Martinsville Speedway for the NASCAR race. Curtis got sick and couldn't stand the noise. He said he was going back and sleep in the car, so he left the speedway.

We enjoyed the race. Five hours of it. Then we went to the car, ready to go home. Curtis wasn't there. We looked and looked, but no Curtis. The crowd cleared out and finally we spotted someone walking on a hill on the other side of the speedway. We drove over and sure enough, it was Curtis. "Couldn't find that Dad-Blamed car!" he said.
 
#18 ·
We parked my truck one Friday night during a bar run and two days later didn't know where we parked it and we were 350 miles away from home still with the girls we met in the city we had started the week, so I was reluctant to report it stolen.

The following Monday I got a call at work from a bartender who knew me and our dates , asking me if I was "missing anything" as I hadn't called the bar to talk to her yet.

Turned out that she took my keys when I felt I was getting close to the cutoff zone and as my date was only a coke cola drinker she didn't mind me and my wingman leaving with her and her sister when she said we were going to the beach for a swim an we guys would be sober by the time we got to the beach.

When I didn't come back at closing time, the bartender who normally rode in with one of the waitresses took my truck back to her house

Of course since we ended up at the Gulf shores swimming with a tee totaler bar crawler, I could have asked her where my truck was parked if I didn't want to admit how drunk I was when we left out for our beach holiday.

Funny thing was she dropped us off at my apartment and when I went to get my truck I found out that she lived two houses down from my bartender friend:rolleyes:
 
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