- Nov 1, 2013
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I once parked my car at the Pittsburgh airport's extended-term parking lot. 7,350 spaces.
- This was not long after I had bought a new car after owning its predecessor for 11 years, so I only sort of had its appearance committed to memory.
- I forgot to remember where I parked.
- I was gone for more than a week.
For whatever bizarre reason, all I remembered was that the number of the bus stop I parked near was divisible by 8. I also traced out on a map my vague recollection of the path I had driven before parking.
So luckily I was able to find my car fairly easily, rather than have to wander the lot for days.
But after that, I was always sure to remember where I parked.
I do wonder what happens in such cases if the person does not have any record of where they parked the car. Luckily in your case you were able to locate it.
