Where Did it Go?
Woman in the Middle | December 21, 2015Yesterday was our church’s annual Christmas concert, which is always held on a Sunday afternoon in December. Afterwards we have a reception with snacks and goodies. All in all, it is one of the highlights of the Christmas season.
Our church is located in the historic downtown area of the big city next door. (That sounds far away but it is only 15 minutes from our house.) It just so happens that a famous historic hotel in the downtown in question, located just a block from our church, has one of the biggest lighting displays in the country for the month of December. It has been featured on Good Morning America, in magazines, and has been put on “top ten” lighting display lists all over the country. Over all, it is a big deal and brings thousand upon thousands of people to that area for almost a month and a half. This makes it very difficult to get to our church.
You would think if we went during the day when the lights aren’t on, it wouldn’t be an issue. No so. As this event grows and grows it is becoming a daytime event as well. We knew all this so we left early for church to find a parking space. We ended up several blocks away in a parking garage.
Parking woes aside, we enjoyed the concert and reception. Afterwards, the girls went home (one had a cold, one had sore feet) and we wandered around looking at the light display with our cousin, who had joined us at church. After all, we already had the hard part done, by getting the parking space. After looking at the lights we walked our cousin to her car.
By this time, for whatever reason, one of my feet was hurting me. We staggered back to the parking garage, where the elevator wasn’t working. After hefting my sore foot up to the fifth level, we discovered that our car was not there. We went up another level, down another level, but no car. Hubby left me and my aching foot to explore the garage himself. Finally, a light bulb went off over my head and I called him on his cell phone. We were in the wrong parking garage! Hubby had just come to that conclusion himself.
Back in the 1960s, the big city next door had the “great” idea to build two identical parking garages one block apart on the same street. Fast forward 50 years and they are still the same, down to the eerily similar vandalized fire extinguisher boxes, located at the entrance to the stairs in both garages.
After we got to the correct parking garage, we went to the fifth floor, where the faithful Camry was waiting, right were we had left her. I was really happy to get in that car and let Hubby drive me and my foot home. By the time we got home it was fine. Who knows what its problem is.
Next time we park in one of the twin parking garages, I am going to pay more attention to which block we are on!
That’s just like Murphy’s Law, isn’t it? Oh well. I’m glad you’re foot felt better. It probably just needed a rest.
The pain just seems to come and go. No obvious reason for it.