VACATION MADNESS
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?

Labels: airport parking lot, vacation