Where Was I...

Okay, I'm just going to admit it. It's not easy to come out and say it, especially on a public website. But here it is... the truth.

I have no sense of direction.

Phew, I'm glad I got that off my chest! It's so true though, I get lost more often than I'd like to admit. It first started with taking public transit. I would second guess myself about which bus I was supposed to take or which stop I was supposed to get off at. And then when I was in college and would take a bus home from residence on the weekends, I would get my times wrong, or be standing at the wrong bus stop, or get on the wrong one, or my bus would have a transfer and either I would stay on when I was supposed to get off, or I'd get off when I should have stayed. Etc. You get the picture.

But even today, I managed to lose my way several times. And it was just something as simple as going to my doctor's office. How many times have I done that before? Hello... I'm Miss Bubble Wrap for a reason! But here's what happened.

My mom and sister were having lunch at a local pub, so I dropped my mom off and then went to the doctor's office. Except I couldn't find a parking space. So I went around the block again, and decided that I would just park in the parking garage rather than waste anymore time. (haha) So I'm in the parking garage and I'm driving around, and around, and around. Man it was full!! But that green jeep looked awfully familiar. Then I realize that I was supposed to turn up the ramp halfway.. not drive in circles on the main level. So, I go up to the second lot and find a spot immediately. And I head to the door that leads into the mall. But I can't find one. All I can find are the doors that lead to the other levels of the garage or to outside. Then some hockey player lady (she was carrying all her gear... that wasn't stereotyping) asks if I'm trying to get to the mall. I said yes, and she told me that I have to go outside and walk around the building. I was in the wrong parking garage! I meant to be in the one that was attached to the mall.

So I go outside, walk around, and find a door to the mall, and go inside. I know my doctor's office is on the second floor. I've been there a million times. Except this time I had gone in an entrance that I'd never used before. So there I was, going up and down flights of stairs, trying different doors, going down hallways I don't recognize. And then suddenly I was there. And I was 20 minutes early and had to sit and wait for them to open from their lunch break.

The only plus from today was that I didn't have to pay for parking. (In case you were wondering, I had no trouble getting out of the garage.) There were no tickets to take and nobody at the gate to give money to. Score.

My dad told me later that you usually need a parking permit to use that lot because it's not intended for the public. Oops! Ah well, if that had been the case I would've been directed to the other parking garage and I wouldn't have had all this trouble. Sheesh.