where did I park?
Last night after an exciting evening rock climbing with Jesse and Sander, Jesse and I jumped into his Audi and started the ride home. As we were getting close, I asked Jesse to drop me off at the carpool lot because my car was there. The stop light next to the parking area was red so I jumped out of the Audi early so that Jesse wouldn’t have to pull into the commuter lot.
“do you have your keys?” Jesse asked as I bounded out of the vehicle.
“yup.” I shouted back.
So, wearing sandals, shorts, and a t-shirt, I ran into the lot as Jesse drove off towards home. It was cold. Mid to high 40’s and the rain was really coming down.
I jogged around the parking lot. “where did I park… where did I park…”
After making a full loop, I realized my car wasn’t there. No no, it was back at the House of Rock. Drenched and cold, I tried to find shelter under some trees, called Jesse and asked him to turn around.
“jesse! come back!”
“you don’t have your keys?”
“I don’t have my car.”
“okay, I’ll turn around.”
after much laughter, we decided that I’m an idiot.
Authored by: mike d.
