Final Exam- Part 2

I have misplaced my car before, so I figure that I have just forgotten where I parked.  I walk up and down the aisles looking for it.  I click my fob repeatably, but never hear the responding chirp.   Still, it is not time to panic.

I decide to serpentine through the parking lot one row at a time.  (I initially am going to do it three rows at a time, but then realize there is only one of me, royal we notwithstanding.) The lot is gigantic.  It wraps around the mall.  It takes me forty five minutes to cover it.  At this point, I lose it.

I throw my keys against the pavement and start yelling.  I wave my arms around and dance about in a rage.  I cannot believe that someone stole my car.  What horrible luck.  I am now stranded an hour away from our apartment.  

It is now dark.  I have a final tomorrow in a subject that I think I might want to specialize in.  Failing it would mean little chance of being able to.  I am going to be have to find a ride home, wait for the ride, fill out a police report, and deal with my insurance company.  It is going to be a late night.

I wish I had just shaved my arms.  At this point, having traversed the entire parking lot, I call Wendy.  

“Hey,” I say in my best Eeyore.

“Hi, how is the shopping going?” Wendy sweetly asks.  

“Well, I didn’t find anything, and someone stole the car, so, um, not great.”

“What?” Wendy asked stunnedly. (Cut me some slack, my car was just stolen.)

“The car is gone. At first I thought I just didn’t remember where I parked it, put I walked the entire parking lot and it is not there.”

“Where are you?”

“At the mall in Sacramento.”

“And you are sure that the car is not in the parking lot?”

I am feeling a lot of stress.  Wendy is speaking nicely to me, but I take offense to her question. “Yes Wendy, I am sure.  Like I just said, I walked the entire parking lot, so unless there is some hidden parking lot that I am not aware of, but somehow managed to park in, the car is not here.”  I am not trying to excuse my terse response, but I was under a lot of stress.

“Wait, did you check both parking lots?”

“Um, what?”

“There are two parking lots, It is bilevel, the back is on a different level than the front.”

“Oh.  I did not know that. Tee hee.”  

Five minutes later, I am driving home eyeing my full head of hair in the mirror.

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From the Brooklyn Bridge in NYC.