He was sure he’d left the car right where he was standing.
Looking left and right he knew he was in the right place.
How could his car not be here?
He thought of the embarrassment of calling home to say it was gone.
Then he remembered level two, not level three.
Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2018/04/03/twittering-tales-78-3-april-2018/
Morpethroad 
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Oh my. I can hear that huge sigh of relief. Been there 😅
Me too.
this is adorable. hehe
Glad you found it so.
Yes! All’s well that ends well, I hope!😉
Haha! Good one Michael. 😄
Thanks Kat.
All too familiar! 🙂
Yes, scary isn’t it.
I feel his pain. I did something similar in Cento car park when I worked for a driving school. The boss was about to phone the police and ask to help. I mean, who in their right mind would steal a driving school car with a dirty big sign on the roof? Then I realised I’d come out the wrong door of the shopping centre. LOL can you say, “Embarrassment?” 😮
I’ve ‘lost’ my car too. I know embarrassment
Been there, felt that relief 🙂
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Oh so recognisable ! Nicely told.
Thanks so much