I grabbed one brown bag under each arm and had another 2 in each hand. Trudged up and down
each row, over and over again looking for my car. Was it stolen? Did I lose my mind? I finally went back to the bench outside to try and think. It was freezing, so I put my bags down and hunkered into my coat with my hands in my pocket. What strange set of keys were those?
The right car was waiting right in front of me.....1st isle, 3rd car down. Whew! I hate spikes.