So the Security Guard called the police

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and it was dreadful for me. Yesterday, I parked my car in a car park in the centre of town as I had about six places to go to - all work related and well, I was rushing around and I am more than just a little fragmented these days. In my defence I will state that having my sister who is an alcoholic with me for five weeks has not been easy. Why only in Church last night when I was asked to give God thanks for something I thanked God from my slapping her face on two occasions. Everyone cracked up but she is a mean drunk. But I digress, so back to the car park. For safety reasons, each time I picked up something like copier paper then I would rush back to the car and lock it up in the trunk. This is sensible because it is heavy right? And I am a sensible lady, right? Then for the fourth or fifth or even sixth time I go back to the car park and what do I see? A space where my car should be. A space. At that point I understood why people want to bring back hanging as a punishment! Imagine it. There I am with my key in my hand and no car to start. I called security and we looked for the car. I was in such shock that I could not remember the licence number or make but could say, quite emphatically that I owned a red car. Yep! I was definite on that one. The police came with lights flashing and now a crowd had grown and just about everyone sympathised with me and expressed their opinion as to who had stolen my car. One of the policemen ( he later said that he had had 'incidents' with me before)asked me to re trace my movements.This annoyed me somewhat as I told him that it was unlikely that I had parked the car in the bank or Insurance office. But he was patient and told everyone in hearing that he had known my husband and knew my three sons well. It was then that I noticed that I was carrying a plastic bag. I looked inside and there was one meatloaf and a diet Pepsi. Now where had that come from? The policeman looked at me and sighed and then I remembered. I had already left the car park and was heading back to work when the smell of freshly baked meat loaves had enticed me to stop outside of the Pattie Shop to buy my lunch. The crowd was quite large by now and they followed me and I was following the policemen and we went across the the Pattie place and there was my little red car. I was so embarrassed. I said something stupid like 'all's well that ends well' but both policemen just sighed. On reaching work I bb'd the son in Middle East and the son in the U.K. and the daughter in the city. No one responded. I then called the son in the U.K. and asked me why no one had responded to me message. He said that they has all spoken by cell phone and quite honestly none of them knew what to say. Now isn't that strange? So have you called the police and it turned out to be a false alarm?