I forgot to look at what level I parked on and lost my car. I walked around for 35 minutes before I decided to head up to the top level and just walk down the levels until I ran into it. I thought I was going to have to walk to The Husband's office and tell him I lost the car. But then I found it.
I just hope to God that the guy I had interviewed with wasn't staring down at the parking deck thinking, "What the hell is she doing?"
Reminds of that Seinfeld episode!!
ReplyDeleteA few years ago, Bob and I couldn't find our car at a concert. We scoured the lot for over an hour. We were practically the first ones to leave the concert, but the last ones to leave the parking lot.