Growing up, one of my favorite stories was my mom telling about the time my dad drove to the mall, forgot he drove there, walked home, and then couldn't find the car. I thought it was hilarious. How do you forget a car?
Fast forward a few years, and I'm a senior in college. In the last week of class I drive to campus to quickly drop off some homework. Out of habit I walk home, and go about my day. That evening I go to get in my car to go out with friends, and my car is gone. Dumfounded, I sit there for 20 minutes trying to figure out if my roommates played a trick on me, or if my car was stolen. Right when I'm about to call the cops, I remember.
Fast forward 2 years. My older brother takes his car to the garage down the street for repairs, and walks home. He drives his motorcycle to work for a week or so. On a rainy morning, he comes out to get in his car, and it's gone. He can't figure out what happened to it. So, he calls the cops. They show up, and halfway through filling out the report, he remembers where his car is ...
My mom and two sisters have never lost a car.