Finding myself

To wake up to the sound of a blaring car horn is normal. What's not normal is to be lying in front of said car on the road with a traffic warden in my face and angry drivers revving their engines. The traffic warden frowned, "Miss, what happened?" "That's what I'd like to know too!" chimed one of the angry drivers. Newsflash, I'd also like to know but unfortunately for me and you, I don't know either. The hospital finally announced me fine and free free free. Free of memories too, may I add. Which means I've no plans and no family for back up but on the other hand, I'm free to explore this strange place and people. The traffic warden was not impressed by my freedom and has already visited the police station to report me twice; once as an obstruction of traffic and the second as a missing person. In his words, I was turning out to be an utter and complete nuisance to his usual day of boring traffic directing. As if I really didn't give him the excitement to turn his boring day into an interesting day. Some people saw everything the wrong way round. This was just the beginning of a very confusing tale.