On Monday I got lost in a parking lot.  I will say in my defense that it is a very large parking lot; yet I remain amazed, even in hindsight, at my almost complete inability to escape. 

I had stopped by this particular outdoor mall to grab a coffee on the way to pick up my son at school.  It was certainly easy enough to drive in to the lot and park in front of the Starbucks store.  Yet somehow upon leaving I found that the avenues upon which I had entered had now vanished from the face of the earth. No matter where I turned, I would end up at the door of one store or another-Circuit City, Ross, Storables, Gap.  This might have been a perfectly convenient dilemma for my wife, one of those shopping sprees that were just meant to me, but I just wanted to get out of there, to find an actual street that led somewhere away, with  four lanes, traffic lights, trucks and buses. 

Say it all you want-Oh that happens to me all the time-but I know very well that I would not be getting lost in parking lots if I didn't have multiple MS holes in my brain, at least not for the better part of an hour, and not on a regular basis.

It might even have been funny, had I not been in such a hurry, but it was hot outside, time was ticking away, and I was more and more frustrated as every lane looped maddeningly back to square one.

Finally, finally, I spotted a sign for the freeway-and even though it was the entrance for Seattle, even though I needed to go the exact opposite way, I shot straight for ramp, 205 North-anything to get out of that lot!