|where are we now?
||[Jul. 3rd, 2005|12:56 pm]
|||||Postal Service - Brand New Colony||]|
Yesterday, Nikki, Nojan, Sarah and myself went to the Arch. Good times were had.
Anyways, Sarah and I came out of the place, and crossed the street to the parkade where my car hung out for the evening. Long story short, there was a large white gate across the parkade entrance. We couldn't see any attendant, and most of the lights were off. Needless to say, we both had panic attacks right there on Richards. My car! Sarah's stuff! All of it, locked behind this gate! Curses! Sarah had the bright idea to go into the convienience store next door to see if there was some number we could phone, to rescue the veichle.
We enter the store. The dialogue went something like this:
Jillian: Excuse me, do you have a phone number for the parkade next door?
Jillian: My car is locked in the parkade
Man: What time did you park there?
Jillian: About ten tonight
Man: That's impossible
Man: The parkade next door? It's closed on weekends. And on holidays.
We had gone to the wrong parkade. The car was parked half a block up, in a parkade that was, in fact, not closed. Yeah. Genius.