Really Need a Keeper
I drove to the ballpark today and figured out a good route to the Jefferson parking garage. I was pretty proud of that, too, since downtown Phoenix is currently a huge mess of construction. I parked and got out of the car while carefully marking in my mind that I was on 3 East. I've lost my car so many times and I'm really trying to be careful about it.
After the game, Sugar Daddy and I headed to the garage together. He went up the first set of elevators and I headed to the ones on the other end of the structure because, in theory, they were closer to my car.
I say, in theory, because when I got up to 3, my car was nowhere to be found. I walked the entire floor, three times. I called Sugar Daddy to see if he was still in the building so he could drive me around but he had left. While we chatted, I walked all of the fourth and second floors, too, even though I knew I was on 3. The whole time, I'm thinking who would steal a Hyundai?
Finally, I gave up and approached a security guy. I told him I couldn't find my car and he looked like he had no idea what to tell me. Either he asked me if I was in the right garage or he said the garage name because it all became clear.
I was not in the Jefferson garage.
Sure enough, once I got to the Jefferson garage which is on the other side of the ballpark from where I started, I had no problem finding my car right where I left it.
If you think it's sad that I can't keep track of my car for a four hour time span, you're going to think this is just pathetic.
It's not the first time I've done this exact same thing.
After the game, Sugar Daddy and I headed to the garage together. He went up the first set of elevators and I headed to the ones on the other end of the structure because, in theory, they were closer to my car.
I say, in theory, because when I got up to 3, my car was nowhere to be found. I walked the entire floor, three times. I called Sugar Daddy to see if he was still in the building so he could drive me around but he had left. While we chatted, I walked all of the fourth and second floors, too, even though I knew I was on 3. The whole time, I'm thinking who would steal a Hyundai?
Finally, I gave up and approached a security guy. I told him I couldn't find my car and he looked like he had no idea what to tell me. Either he asked me if I was in the right garage or he said the garage name because it all became clear.
I was not in the Jefferson garage.
Sure enough, once I got to the Jefferson garage which is on the other side of the ballpark from where I started, I had no problem finding my car right where I left it.
If you think it's sad that I can't keep track of my car for a four hour time span, you're going to think this is just pathetic.
It's not the first time I've done this exact same thing.
