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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I'm baaack! We were gone 16 days and it was too long to be gone from our Punky Grace. That's the reason I'm claiming for what happened when we got back to Indy. We knew the kids were going to meet us at our house, and our plane was late due to a fuel pump problem. Then we waited forever for the economy lot bus so by the time we got to the lot, we were both already impatient.

My first hint that we had a problem was when Dave said, "Do you remember where we parked the car?" What? He's asking ME, the girl who loses her car in the Walmart parking lot? I have to park in the same place there or I wander aimlessly for hours. I said, "Um I can't remember." He has this frown on his face that tells me he's hating how he can't remember either. I cautiously remind him that we realized we could have gotten on the bus on the other side so we're somewhere in the middle of our row. Big help that was. We get out at our shelter and begin to look. Here's the kicker. Neither of us can remember which vehicle we drove? Was it the car or the van. He has the van keys, he informs me, but he might have lost the others, he's not sure.

I call my Mother to ask what's parked in our driveway but my dad never went in that way with the mail so we're on our own. Well, except for dealing with their hysterical laughter. I stay with the luggage while Dave trudges through the lot. We thought it might be around C59 but the more I look the more I wonder if it's B something smaller. So when he gets back, I go off in another direction. Dave sees an Airport Authority van too and runs after it to see if someone will cruise through the lot with him but he misses it. As I'm slugging along with my suitcase, I finally hear him call. He's found it.

When I fell into the seat, I swore from now on I'd write down where that van is parked. And yes, it was the van. No lost keys. LOL Can anyone relate?

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Colleen Coble  
posted at 6:55 AM  
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At 7:14 AM, Blogger Sarah said...

Oh my, Colleen. Are you sure this isn't a scene from a book? That's got to be the worst parking story I've ever heard. And coming at the end of vacation? I would have been much not a happy camper.

Glad you're home safe and sound.

At 8:34 AM, Blogger Jill said...

So funny! My husband and I have had those types of conversations, but since he's so directionally challenged, we both rely on my memory. For better or worse!

At 8:36 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I'm going to have to use this in a scene, Jill. Maybe someone is stalking her between the cars. . . LOL

Jill, I bow at your feet of YOU are the one with a good sense of direction. Mine is terrible!

At 10:29 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

I've got a worse one, Sarah. We were stuck in Chicago's airport parking lot when we had a 3 month old baby because they wouldn't let us use a credit card and were out of cash--in the middle of winter, of course.

The money machines at the airport were down and by the time my hubby got money, over 3 hours later, we started home and our car died on the highway from being ran so long in the parking lot.

To make it worse, it was a Sunday night and hubby was flying out from home the next morning. The only transportation we could find was a limo.

At 10:31 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

And, C, having freshly come from the same economy lot in Indy, I can relate. None of us could remember either--it had been two weeks after all. One of our boys remembered the right bus stop at least, and luckily our car (we remembered which one we drove-ha) was parked near the end of the row so we could see it.

At 10:35 AM, Blogger Beverly said...

Colleen, I am so sorry, but that is hilarious! :-)

Welcome home!! Considering that I often panic over whether I have lost my keys or not WHILE I am driving, well....I just don't think that bodes well for future parking lot scenes.

At 10:48 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

LOL! I can barely find my car in the driveway. My husband, however, always writes down in his palm pilot where to find our car when we get back from a trip.

I'd be, well, lost without him.

At 11:32 AM, Blogger Heather said...

Hilarious! I can totally relate! I used to live in the city and parking was a hot commodity. Sometimes I would come home at night and have to park several blocks from my apartment. Of course the next morning I never could quite remember where I had put the car the night before. So I would walk from one end of the neighborhood to the other pushing my alarm button in hopes that I would hear my car. I was only 23 at the time, so somehow I think that’s a bad sign for my future.

At 11:33 AM, Blogger Winter Peck said...

Oh yes! A few years back we went to the IL state fair. It was drizzling all day and I was tired and cranky, not to mention pushing around a 2-seater stroller with my equally tired and cranky 2 youngest. I got separated from my hubby who had the keys to our van and I couldn't remember where we parked. I walked up and down three lanes close to where I thought we had parked and never once found our van. And since I didn't have the keys I couldn't hit the remote button that would have made it chirp.

I finally caught a cop patrolling the area and asked him to help me. He found it and my hubby and told him what happened. I was SO mad, especially when hubby laughed at me. I lost it when I found out he was sleeping while he waited for me. So he could've seen me at one point had he been awake.

This was one story he was told on punishment of death he could never tell anyone, ever. I can laugh about it today, but I'm the only relaying this story, ever!

At 12:33 AM, Blogger Mary Connealy said...

Hi, Colleen. It was great to see you this weekend and meet your husband.

I once got airsick on a plane and was just shaky and about to cry and very disoriented by the time I got my luggage and found a van and rode it to the long term parking lot. I waited until every one got off and I said to the driver..."I'm sick and I have no idea where I parked."

He said, "Give me your keys."

He cruised the lot and pressed the car alarm button every few yards until my car started honking that it was being stolen.

It was an act of mercy. He was very nice to me.

Though I think back and know he shouldn't have left me there in that condition to make my way out of the bowels of the city behind the wheel.

But I sat there and had a nice cry, then gathered myself before I drove off.

The moral of this story is; drive cautiously around an airport, some of the other drivers may be in bad shape.

At 10:28 AM, Blogger Carmen7351 said...

We've learned to write the number area where we parked. Too easy to get lost looking for your car. I have to admit, we've not gotten close to your parking lot scene!!! And not even remember which vehicle we drove! What a hoot!

At 3:54 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Friends, you sure made me feel better, as though I'm not TOTALLY inept! LOL

Mary, I wish we'd found a good samaritan!


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