Adventures in Parking Garages

or how I lost and found my car and what happened in between.

I don’t know how these things happen. I guess I’m usually looking ahead to the next step and I miss some of the details of the step I’m on right now. Anyway …

after driving around the entire parking garage twice,  because “parking ➡️“ apparently means “we have parking spaces but NONE FOR YOU,” I finally espied a spot and backed in, as my UPS driver taught me when I was a driver helper. Hopped out and didn’t look back, although I was pretty sure I knew where I’d parked.

An hour and a quart of water later, I re-emerged into the parking garage and strode purposefully forth. Hmm. No car. Kept walking. Suddenly realized I REALLY should *not* have passed by the restroom in the office without stopping. Definitely should have stopped. Seriously definitely adamantly urgently should have.  And also, dude, where’s my car.

My thoughts bounced from bathroom, should have stopped, and car, where the heck is it, back to how far is the nearest bathroom to where did I park my stupid car.  Well, all that bouncing about meant we were going to have to abandon the idea of an *actual* bathroom and just look for a secluded corner.

Yes, that’s right.

I did an emergency pee of the floor of a parking garage. Crossing my fingers that I wouldn’t hear the clip clop of high heels bringing someone closer and closer, I found that sweet relief.

With that need finally met and one last review of how I really should have stopped in the bathroom in the office, I could focus on where my silly car was.

As I walked away from the scene, I reached for my phone. Hmm. Not in coat pockets, even after checking three times. Hmm. Not in my jean pockets. Still not in coat pockets. Not in jeans pockets. Not in coat pockets. No matter how many times I checked, it wasn’t in my coat pockets and it wasn’t in my jeans pockets.

Ruh roh.

Retraced my steps and yep, you guessed it, picked up my phone from the ground I had just rained on. Phone kind enough to land on case so no damage.

Now finally I could find my car! Walked and walked. And there it was, right where I left it.

I laughed all the way home.

3 thoughts on “Adventures in Parking Garages

  1. I was flying out of Hanoi when the Customs officer (mistakenly) decided my passport was no good and made me wait in a windowless office for ten minutes that seemed much longer. I really should’ve used a restroom before I joined the line at Customs. Fortunately, I did not do an emergency pee on the floor. But yes, I did laugh all the way to Bangkok. I’m not right in the head.

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