Dementia Unit

When I attended the North Carolina State Fair a  month ago, I wrote that when I
was ready to go home, I couldn’t find my car.  I walked up and down the parking
area for 40 minutes before I found it. I vowed that I would pay more attention to
where I parked so that would never happen again. It happened again.

As I entered the parking garage next to the doctor’s office, I noticed the three closest
gates to get parking tickets were backed up with three or four cars in each one.  
But off to the side was another gate and empty. I got my ticket from it, wound my
way around many loops in the garage until I found a parking space. I made a mental

note that I was parked against the far wall and noticed a sign that said Level B.  I walked
to the elevator, got on with another man who asked me where I was going. I said to
the bridge that crossed the street to the doctor’s office. He said that’s level two and
punched the number. I assumed we were going down to level two.

After my appointment, I paid for my ticket, got on the elevator and thought that I was on
the next level up, Level B.  I got off the elevator and it was Level 3, not B, but a sign
showed a Row B. I looked for my car against the far wall.  No car. No problem. I took
the elevator to Level 4. Same thing. Row B, not Level B and no car. I wondered
how I could have misread Level B when it said Row B.  I checked Level 5, then
Level 1 before finding a parking attendant. She looked at my ticket and said I parked
in the physician and staff area. Try the basement.

I took the elevator to the basement and signs said Level B.  I walked to the far wall
and there was my car. Apparently, the gate I used was reserved for physicians and
staff and instead of going up in the garage, I went down.

When I got home, I filled out an application for the dementia unit, but after analyzing
how I got in the basement, I put the application in my desk drawer.  Anyone could
have made the same mistake??????

Seasoned Man

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