A Parking Story |
Since I don’t drive in cities, Julie offered to drive me to dinner on Saturday night. So I did some research ahead of time and found a nearby garage to park in (she said she preferred garages to lots, I didn’t blame her), and paid for parking.
When we got in, we were directed to the third floor, where the cars were parked two layers deep on each side of the aisle. Julie said we were going to be there a few hours, and the guy working there was kind of vague about where he wanted her to park, so she decided not to let herself get parked in, and took a spot in the front row of cars.
So we went to dinner, came back to the garage, paid in the lobby, and headed up to the third floor. Surprise, there were now two layers of cars parked in the aisle! So much for not getting parked in!
And of course, there were now no attendants to be found. Finally, a couple guys showed up and they moved enough cars out of the way so she could get out. It was very tight, though. I would have gotten out to help direct her, but she was literally right against the bumper of the car next to us, so I couldn’t even open the door. (I think she actually did scrape that car, ugh!) Luckily, some very nice women happened to be walking by, and helped guide her! And one of the attendants came over to help. It took a lot of back and forth and straightening out and hard turning, but we did finally get out of there!
I was so happy at that point that I hadn’t driven! There’s no way I could have gotten out of that spot. Also, from now on, I think parking lots are just fine! In honor of our parking adventures, I sent Julie the video of TMBG’s Glasgow.
