I Lost My Car?
As usual, I was in a bit of a hurry to get to work after parking my car yesterday, but I haven't had this happen before.
I parked in the pay lot adjacent to the Family Court Building on Franklin Street yesterday just before 8 a.m., and hustled to get to my office kind of on a diagonal from it. I parked in the usual area I park, and basically in the same one of three to five parking spots.
On the way to my car after worked ended, a little after 4 p.m., I was climbing up the stairs to the level I parked on, because it is only a few flights and better exercise and actually faster than waiting for and taking the elevator. As I passed the third floor, I looked out and got a strange, familiar feeling as I went to the fourth floor, the floor where I parked my car.
Or so I thought; I walked to the right side of the lane, the side I parked on, and didn't see my car, and first I noticed that some larger vehicles were in positions to block the view of my car. I walked up and down the aisle, and did not see my car anywhere on the right side, and checked the left side, in case I had goofed, and still, I did not see my car.
Panic slowly started to set in, as I feared someone had taken my car; reason tried to fight its way back into my deliberations, because I have no idea why someone would steal a maroon 1999 Chevrolet Cavalier with more than 72,600 miles on it and only an AM/FM cassette radio that was playing both sides of the cassettes at the same time way too frequently inside.
I calmed down a little and decided to go back down to the third floor of the parking ramp and check; of course, as soon as I got there, I saw my car parked in exactly the place on the right side of the lane as I had expected.
Yes, I know.
I parked in the pay lot adjacent to the Family Court Building on Franklin Street yesterday just before 8 a.m., and hustled to get to my office kind of on a diagonal from it. I parked in the usual area I park, and basically in the same one of three to five parking spots.
On the way to my car after worked ended, a little after 4 p.m., I was climbing up the stairs to the level I parked on, because it is only a few flights and better exercise and actually faster than waiting for and taking the elevator. As I passed the third floor, I looked out and got a strange, familiar feeling as I went to the fourth floor, the floor where I parked my car.
Or so I thought; I walked to the right side of the lane, the side I parked on, and didn't see my car, and first I noticed that some larger vehicles were in positions to block the view of my car. I walked up and down the aisle, and did not see my car anywhere on the right side, and checked the left side, in case I had goofed, and still, I did not see my car.
Panic slowly started to set in, as I feared someone had taken my car; reason tried to fight its way back into my deliberations, because I have no idea why someone would steal a maroon 1999 Chevrolet Cavalier with more than 72,600 miles on it and only an AM/FM cassette radio that was playing both sides of the cassettes at the same time way too frequently inside.
I calmed down a little and decided to go back down to the third floor of the parking ramp and check; of course, as soon as I got there, I saw my car parked in exactly the place on the right side of the lane as I had expected.
Yes, I know.
posted by Kevin J. Hosey at 6:53 AM
1 Comments:
Ha. Well, you've got one thing on me. I've done that multiple times. The worst was when I was dating a guy who's just as bad as me about that; we "lost" our car one evening and after searching for fifteen minutes or so he started freaking out, employing some choice words and screaming that he would call the cops, except his phone was in the car too. I had to remind him, dude, it's us. Fortunately, Aaron has a homing device or something, so he looks out for me now.
Sigh. Maybe the flakiness becomes more concentrated in each Hosey generation. David's in for it.
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