Ask for a ride next time!

You know when you have that awful feeling that something isn't right? Well that feeling happened last night (Actually October 28),

**See I have good intentions to blog, when I remember to post**

HERE'S MY STORY...

I'm not one that is known to break the rules when it comes to parking.
You see yesterday my sister had her baby at the U of U, A.K.A the construction zone from H.E. double hockey sticks. My first parking job was in the wrong area, PCMC, my second attempt was in a really narrow stall next to 2 monster trucks and finally my third attempt was in the stall next to the elevators... PERFECT! I even had a guy walking up behind me saying, "you can't get anymore perfect than that" meaning the parking job, I know what you are thinking, I thought it was me also..hehehehe! Now keep in mind there is alot of construction going on and it was a maze just to get into the hospital. So I made a mental note of how to get back to the parking garage. I arrived a little after 3 pm and Tracy had little Jack, all 9 lbs 2 oz and 21 inches, after 6 pm..

After cooing, loving and adoring my new little Nephew I decided I better get home to my family.... this is where the climax of the story begins...
I followed the map in my head to find the garage and this is what I came to....

"What the.......? Where is my car?"

I immediately went into the Hospital to find some one to help me locate it or find out who towed it. No one was around, of course... use courtesy phone after hours for Parking help....

SO I got on the phone with Joe and asked him a series of questions, "no we don't have your car, call the University police"......no we don't tow cars from the Hospital, call the Hospital........ "That is scary you better call the City police.... by that time I was really nervous and was seriously going to break down and cry...."Who would steal my car?"

I spent almost an hour searching and calling and finaly swallowed my pride and went back up to the Labor and Delivery waiting room and found my brother in law...

"Ryan, will you help me find my car?

Ry reply's.. "I just passed it in the garage"

Me.. "I was just there."

Ry.. "are you sure? I just saw it, it's a little dirty right?"

Me... "I'm going back down there, and if it's not there I'll call you"

Ry... "It's on the 4th floor"

Me... " There is no 4th floor"

Ry... starts to laugh....

Me.. speechless!

So, relieved to find my car I jumped inside, called Ry to thank him and then started to laugh.
Think that's the end..... oh no, there's more..

I absolutely hate putting gas in my car, I know exactly how far I can go when the light comes on... so I thought....

The light came on..."I know I can make it to PG Maceys, no problem!"

I made it to AF exit and ran out, drifted off the freeway into the Park N Ride, at night, alone.......Believe me, that is not a good feeling!

I called my Hero and all he could do was laugh as I sat there and cried....

I know someday this will make for a good "analogy" lesson, but for now... I'm hitching a ride from someone else next time.