Truth. I cannot tell you how many times I've had to hunt for my car in a parking lot.
The beauty of a Miata is that it's built for a singular purpose: Fun.
It's a terrible grocery-getter, there's barely enough room for two people to stow a bag a each for a weekend trip, it's underpowered, it's small to the point of being occasionally terrifying (does that guy in the truck even see me next to him? Oh god, he's changing right into my lane...), it's loud and buzzy, there's lots of wind and road noise, there are no conveniences like cupholders or even power door locks, etc. Anyone over 6' will be miserable in it. And it gets modestly decent mileage but so does my mom's Accord. It weighs next to nothing and it changes direction on a dime, and while that might be great on winding mountain roads it's terrible on the interstate, particularly if you live in a place like I do where 70mph wind gusts aren't uncommon.
But it's hilarious fun.