frugaltype wrote: ryuns wrote:
Yeah, but it certainly could have been worse. I mean, if I'd come out of Ikea, or out to the economy parking lot at the airport, or God help me, a multi-floor parking structure, I'd probably wander around it for our 17 hours before I could ever convince myself that it'd been stolen. Because a thousand times before that, I was just looking on the wrong floor and eventually found the dang thing.
I still lose my car temporarily in general parking lots, but in actual parking structures I've learned to write the location on the ticket.
Good idea, though, see, I'd lose my ticket if it stayed with me. That stays in my car. At the airport, I'm good about texting myself the location.
I set a new bar for my own parking lot idiocy recently. Was going to SF for work for a couple days, and instead of driving in, I usually park at a BART station and take the train across the bay. North Concord is convenient and has a ton of long-term parking, and I had work the following day nearby, so I went there. Somehow, I ended up getting google map direction to "regular" Concord, not north Concord, and ended up parking there. On my way back, I show up at North Concord, really thinking that this place doesn't looking familiar, and I proceeded to wander around pushing my alarm button for about 20 minutes. Of course, I didn't have my google map print out to confirm where I ended up, but I'm still getting the feeling that I went to the wrong station. Checked google street view of the "regular" Concord station on my cell phone (what a world we live in!) and, wow, that area really looks familiar. Back on the train to another station, and there's my car. Amazingly, no parking tickets, even though the temporary pass clearly listed the wrong station and it was there for two full work days. More amazing was that I was able to drive to and around the station, buy tickets, and get on a train, all without noticing that the name of the dang station was different. (This was like 7 am and I'd been up since 5 though.)
I'm really not that absent-minded. I blame it on the fact that I don't drive much and never commute via car. Oh well. It could have been MUCH worse.
An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered; an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered. -- GK Chesterton