I could not find my car in the hospital parking garage after seeing the new dermatologist.

It was 82 degrees and humid.
I was hot and upset and tired from walking
back and forth.


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I finally went back inside to the dermatologist's office to get help.

I walked up to the desk and stood in front of the oldest woman who
I hoped could immediately see I was having a problem without my having to say a word.
She had the other girls quickly usher me into one of the examination rooms where I cried
and bawled for a while. (I was wet with sweat and tears.)


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One of the girls was tasked with taking me back downstairs and waited with
me for security.
The security guy drove me around and asked
where I thought the car might be. He also asked if I
backed into the spot or parked front first.



Then I told him the make / model / color of my car. He found it.


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