Yesterday was the parking day work of the devil! I picked my daughter up from her current college to head to the new college she wants to transfer to. We made our way downtown and still had 20 minutes to spare. The problem: Downtown! I have been driving for close to 30 years and I still hate driving downtown in any city. It's always a pain with the one way streets and minimal parking. I finally made my way into what I thought was the right parking deck, only to be told that I had to go back out, make a right out of the structure, make a right at the corner and then another right to bring myself back around to the correct visitors parking deck. Fast forward to $7 and a token later we get out and walk to the proper building and things are going smoothly from that point.
Anyway, because I paid for all day parking, there was no way I was going to leave and come back when we needed to find lunch, so we walked. Let me tell you, my daughter is a foodie and an avid Yelp stalker LOL. She had me walk blocks to get to this one place she found on Yelp that had good reviews. Your girl was tired by the time we got back. The good news is there are plenty of food places for her to walk to on her own to feed the foodie in her.
Okay, back to the parking. After getting our food, we were going to sit in the car but realized what time it was and decided to walk back to the building. The lady was actually waiting on her so it was good that we went back when we did. After she got her response and what her next steps were, we headed back to the car, and that's when the drama unfolded, again. I admit, I am horrible when it comes to remembering where my car is parked, except for when I'm at Disneyland. That place is much too large to even take a chance on not knowing where your car is parked. Anyway, let me ask you something. Have you ever been lost in a parking deck? I had never been....until yesterday. It was not pretty. All of the floors started to look the same. We spent a good 20 minutes looking for the car, going up one level and walking around, going down one level and walking around, until my daughter turned into mini-me and said what I would usually say "Can't we just call somebody?" I thought she was crazy but she found a number and called anyway. The lady on the other end asked if I had a panic button for my car, to which I responded no until I looked down and saw the little red button labeled "panic." Ha, don't judge me. In 9 years of owning that car, I have never had to use it so I had no idea if was even there. Needless to say, we were on the wrong level and the lady basically told us to try every level using the panic button, so down one level we went and there was my car. Talk about somebody being happy to see their car. Looks like I need to do better with remembering where I parked. Next time I will take a picture of the sign outside the stairwell as well as the one inside the stairwell so this won't happen again.
Well, it's about 8:30 Saturday morning. I guess I need to get started on my daily job hunt. If I could just win the lottery, I could be something fun this morning. Oh well.
~Pamela Denise~
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