Several years ago I took a road trip from Michigan to Florida with my 2 kids, age 7 and 10 at the time, to visit my sister and her family. Once in Florida, we stopped at a rest stop area that was in-between the north and south bound lanes of the highway. This wasn’t just a bathroom break style rest stop, it was a big complex that contained several restaurants and stores. We got some lunch and took care of other rest stop things.
When we went to get back on the road, my Jeep was gone. I looked all over the lot, but I remembered the specific corner of the lot I had parked in, so I knew I didn’t just forget where I parked. I got to the point where I moved past the panicky feeling of “my Jeep and all our stuff is gone what do I do?!?” and began to plan my next moves-- I’ll have to call the police, report my vehicle stolen, then call a cab to a car rental place, or maybe just call my sister to come get us-- but she was still about 100 miles away.
Then I noticed the porch-style entrance/exit we had come out of. When we first entered, there had been a guy on the porch area selling bags of Florida oranges. He wasn’t there anymore. It suddenly clicked–both sides of the complex and its two parking lots on each side were perfectly symmetrical and identical. We had exited out of the wrong side of the building.