Many years back, I and a few friends decided to spend some time and money at the Garden State Plaza mall in Paramus, NJ. (This was in the 80s, well before the "Seinfeld" episode that took place at a NYC area mall.) Of course, it being a weekend, the mall and more particularly, the parking lot, were packed to the gills. We, being carefree and careless college students, not a one of us took note of where we parked. The mall looked the same from all sides. We spent more time looking for the car than we did in the actual mall. We trod the same ground and entered and reentered the same stores time and again. We tried to remember if we passed by the perfumes or the handbags when we entered the mall. We just had no clue. After several hours, when the mall began to close down, we began to believe that the car was stolen. One of us got a security guard to ride around the parking lots around the mall. It turned out that the car was right where we parked it, but we found it only because everyone was going home and there were fewer and fewer cars in the lots.
