Back to the movie thing. My theory is that you've been so recently involved in the movie itself -- the characters, their words, the music, the scenery, hell, the pageantry of film -- that you're enveloped in a post-movie experience zen. Aware of your every step, the swivel of your head, the sound of your car keys jangling in your pocket. Your thoughts are narrated by another voice, perhaps Academy Award nominated Morgan Freeman, and everything you're doing is damn interesting:
EXT. STREET, RESTAURANTS, BOOK SHOPS, ETC. -- Late Afternoon
MAIN CHARACTER (name TBD), 40-something female, crosses the street at the light. Dissolve to:
EXT. PARKING LOT
Main character wistfully retrieves her keys from the pocket of her windbreaker. Unlocks door and, smoothing her skirt, slides into the front seat.
Gosh, that was a good movie.
Didn't I tell you?