When I worked in Liverpool, I used to park in a multi storey - always in the same bit, if not the same space. One night after finishing quite late I got to my usual area to find my car wasn't there. I did the usual thing - turning round in circles and looking at the same spot extra hard, blinking extra hard, saying out loud 'but...it was here?' - as if all these things would make a VW Golf drop out of the sky and back into the spot I left it.
Still no car, so I trotted over to the little man in the security box and bleated that my car had been stolen. He asks me - are you sure? Have you checked the whole carpark? Of COURSE! I'm not stupid, am I.
He called the police and let me come into his little room to use the phone to sort a train.
Of course it was around this point I had a sudden vision of myself that morning, parking on the other side of the car park.
Mortified, I told him I was just going to pop...to....er. check something.
It was embarrassing enough to see my car parked where I had left it, but it was made worse by me dropping my ticket down the side of my seat and being unable to retrieve it, forcing me to explain why I was a total tit on two counts.
Still no car, so I trotted over to the little man in the security box and bleated that my car had been stolen. He asks me - are you sure? Have you checked the whole carpark? Of COURSE! I'm not stupid, am I.
He called the police and let me come into his little room to use the phone to sort a train.
Of course it was around this point I had a sudden vision of myself that morning, parking on the other side of the car park.
Mortified, I told him I was just going to pop...to....er. check something.
It was embarrassing enough to see my car parked where I had left it, but it was made worse by me dropping my ticket down the side of my seat and being unable to retrieve it, forcing me to explain why I was a total tit on two counts.
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