Stories of not being able to find your car

[LogicalBlodge]

1 hour Watford Shopping Centre yesterday.

Could probably end the story there (as in - if you've been you may know 😂).

Was headed to an event, parked up and popped off.

Came back at end of day, was rainy outside so all humid. I found a carpark and headed to the top...it was covered and my car was in a small open air section.

Asked someone if there was only one and she said yes but you need to go up. Great, headed to to the top. It was massive, and empty.

No problem. Asked a gentleman who pointed to another car park through some glass in yonder distance.

I head there and again to the top. It's smaller and has a few cars, I know it's the wrong one, but I'm willing the car to appear.

Head back down and find a security guard. At this point, I'm hot, stressed, and starting to think I may never leave.

I'm so sorry I can't find my car and I'm having a breakdown (lighthearted).

This must happen as she has a list of questions - was it a glass door or closed lift, what shops did I see.

I can't remember, so she asks for the car reg. Bingo. She calls someone who checks all the cameras - it's in King Level 1, so off I head, past Prince, Palace, Queen, Moat whatever carparks (there were a lot).

I feel relief as I step out...but noo its a covered carpark. I am feeling a sense of defeat. In the corner there is a chink of light. I think no that can't be it. I head back out and see two security guards.

I don't know what happened here but as I start to speak I burst into tears. Is it in this carpark one of them asks. This question sends me over the edge and activated something in my brain and I start to laugh at the same time 😆 So I am now laughing and crying at the same time in a vaguely maniacal way trying to explain I can't find my car and someone said it was here but it's not.

He then leads me through the car park to the chink of light which turns a corner and goes up a slope to another carpark which is open-air. But that's still not it, there's another slope we go up to another open air carpark.

I'm convinced this cannot still be called Level 1 but thank him profusely anyway 😂 get in the car and eat a battered cake that I had in my bag.

Keys weren't unique! I remember my Dad locking his keys in the boot at the seaside once and then managing to find someone else who had the same model of car and their key opened our boot!

This would have been in the very early 80s.

I drove a morris minor for a few years, it was a standing joke when we had small local meets that almost all of our keys would open and start all the other mogs there. We used to move each others cars around for amusement.
😂

i once parked my car at the mall at cribbs causeway. Spent an hour walking around the carpark looking for my car. Convinced it must have been stolen, was considering ringing the police and then.. remembered I had driven my husbands car, which I had walked past a few times in my search!

I note with interest that Google Maps has a "find car" option when you get to your destination, which allows you to drop a pin on where you parked.

Figcherry · 08/06/2025 22:02

Years ago I didn’t lose my car. I got in my white mini with the black sunroof.
Except it was an identical mini about 2 rows away.

I had similar, an identical Volvo was 2 cars away from mine. I clicked the key and tried to open the boot, no dice, I kept clicking and tugging at the boot.

A loud voice shouted, "HOW! What ye deein' with my car?!"

I was a bit flustered and realised mine was just along. He laughed when he realised.