I'm with Dad in a car, and he is driving. We're parking to walk somewhere, and he knows the perfect spot. It's down a hill where there is a concrete barrier enclosing three or four parking spots. I think I remember this as one of Dad's favorites, because you can hide the keys right there by the car. But he chooses the one on the left, instead of the usual one on the right.

As we're getting out (though I'm on the driver's side) and locking up, I start to go back for my beverage, but then I think it'll be ok, it'll stay cold in the car while we're gone.