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My Night of Walking & Driving in Circles

I have to tell you my parking lot in Denver story.  I finally follow the herd of people through all of the mazes in Denver to pick up my getting heavier all of the time bag and finally found the right shuttle to go to the cheap parking lot when I climbed exhausted out of the shuttle.  I looked around heading right for my vehicle and...ta da...it had disappeared.  

I'm very driven by landmarks and I knew which side I had parked and how close it was to the fence and someone moved my car!  

It was late.  I was tired.  The kind of tired where you would just love to sit down and cry.  I'm dragging my bags up and down the rows where I just knew my car was.  But it wasn't.  

Do you know how giant the cheap parking lot is????? I walked up one row of f and then g and finally I saw q and then back again.

No one around at all until I saw flashing lights on a small truck and I about ran the poor guy down.  Holding back (I thought) the panic and asked him, "So what can one do if she can't find where she parked?"  I did smile as nicely as I could.  He pointed to the shuttle pick up and said to push the emergency button.  

So off I go... AGAIN.  

I pushed the button and was transferred to the car location division.  (It is pretty amazing how they keep all the logistics.)  She asked when I parked and what my license plate number was.  Gulp.  I don't know my new license plate number.  But it was from SD and that was rare-good sign.  

She gave me 3 possible locations and I wrote them on my hand and headed to the 1st possibility.  Then I noticed that these numbers were opposite of where I was looking and began to regain my bearings.  

I had my North and South messed around.  

Dragging my bags and pushing the horn button on my keys like crazy...I finally heard a welcoming honk and found my car.  Shoving my bags in the back and climbing in was heavenly!  

After driving to the gate to pay my bill, I asked how to get out of here.  "Go left, left and then right."  

Really?  That sounds simple.  I took a few too many lefts and maybe an extra right or two.  

Good thing I have north lit up in my rear view mirror and nothing is going to stop me from heading that direction.  After a few U turns and driving like a race car driver-I made to the outskirts of Denver heading North.  

No more walking and driving in circles for me!!!  I was heading in one direction and nothing would get me off course... except maybe a Diet Pepsi.

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 1, 2011 at 4:15 PM

    I can absolutely relate to that moment of sheer exhaustion! so glad you did finally find the car. :-)

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  2. Heather Ann GillMay 2, 2011 at 7:46 AM

    I am guessing that you are feeling that way most of the time right now Miss DeAnn and I wish I could do something for you! Take a few minutes to let God refresh you!

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