I Hate Underground Parking Lots!
I have no sense of direction and rely heavily on landmarks to find my way. I’ve never been very good at remembering where I parked, especially in underground parking lots.
I think underground parking lots are truly the most depressing places imaginable. They’d be a perfect setting for an apocalyptic film or a thriller as they are so creepy and bleak.
Yesterday my son and I were downtown and decided to park in the underground parking lot at the Rideau Shopping Centre. After having our lunch, we decided to return to the car. All I remembered was that we were in parking lot P1 so when I saw a sign for P1, onward I went. We walked around in P1 for a while and there was no sign of the car. We went down to the other level of P2 and still no sign of it. I grew cranky, sweaty and anxious, feeling like I was in one of those bad dreams where you trudge endlessly, feeling lost and that no one cares at all.
My son said that we should return to the shopping centre, go back to where we started near the Goodlife Fitness and take the same elevator we had used. Foolishly, I didn’t listen and trudged on in circles continuing to look for the car.
At my wit’s end, I agreed to try my son’s suggestion. After more trudging through the confusing shopping centre maze (don't even get me started about getting lost in confusing shopping centres. Rideau Centre is the worst!), we found our starting spot.
Success! Finally the right P1 parking lot. The only difference was the columns had a big green stripe on them to differentiate that it was a new and different parking garage.
We headed towards the wall where the car was and I recognized the big rectangle crudely sawed out of the wall that I had noticed when we first parked. At least I had noticed that particular detail as I had found it funny how we could look through to another room and see the workers in there. Not that I stare at construction workers at all. *Looks away*
As we approached, a work boot emerged, attached to a burly workman who squeezed his bulk through the makeshift window, making me laugh. He saw me laughing at him and laughed, too. I am grateful to him for making an unpleasant experience funny at least.
Lesson learned: Remember important details about where you park and write it down or take a photo if necessary. Oh, and listen to my son’s advice, too, of course!
In this case though, I do think the strikes were against me calling this parking garage P1 just like the other garage P1. Please don’t confuse me like that! It doesn’t take much!