Doesn't happen to me often, but does happen. Usually at Wal-Mart Super Stores. I guess because their parking lots are so big. I often don't pay attention to the rows being alphabetized and then when I emerge from the store and can't find my car, I get aggravated at myself for being so stupid and behaving as if I have dementia that I refuse to use my key fob to locate my car so end up wandering around the parking lot for a few minutes until I spot my car. Another thing that will occasionally happen is I momentarily forget which vehicle I drove. Did I drive my truck or my car? After wandering around for a while look for my car, I realize, I drove my truck. All this, just a few of the pleasures of advanced age. I guess I should be grateful, I can find my way home.
