Traveling...lost?

Have you ever "lost" the person you were traveling with?  Dad and I traveled together quite a bit and, most of the time, we knew where each other was.  I was asked, on at least one cruise, where "the Poppa" was.  I said I had no idea but he couldn't get off the ship (we were "at sea" that day) so he would show up eventually.  He did.

This particular time, when HE got lost, was at the Science Museum in Chicago.  We were visiting family and took a side trip.  Dad promised me he would sit on "that" bench and wait for me to go through this one exhibit.  You guessed it.....  I got back to the bench and NO Dad...anywhere.  I'm searching all over, thinking I will ask security to help find "a white haired gentleman" walking with a cane.  I also seriously considered standing in the middle of the rotunda and yelling DAD! like a little kid.  I was heading for the security/reception desk when I finally found him.  He had decided to go to the souvenir shop, get what he wanted and wait for me "because he knew I would want souvenirs."

​Like I've said before.....  Sometimes you have to laugh or you will start screaming!