THE #1 most frustrating thing for a scatter-brained mama?
When you actually think ahead and do the non-scatter-brained thing, and it STILL doesn’t end well.
I went to Blissdom (a blogging conference) this past weekend. It was in the Dallas area, so I drove.
Now let me say I do have a bit of a fear of parking garages.
This is partly due to movie scenes where people are murdered in them, but also because I have wasted hours of my life, wandering through parking garages, looking for my car.
So . . . I was rather proud of myself for thinking to write the number of my parking spot on the back of my parking ticket.
See it up there? It says 2E43, right?
Which is exactly what this says:
And yet, I spent 20 minutes wandering around the parking lot, looking for my hard-to-miss Suburban. Thankfully, Cris from Goodeness Gracious (a fab food blog), was kind enough to wander around with me.
I owe her for helping me avoid my other Parking Garage Fear. (The being-murdered one.)
We found 2E43. Really.
But it wasn’t my Suburban.
After much wandering, confusion, and frustration, we followed the honk of my remote lock, and finally found my vehicle.
We’d been looking on the Green Level. Instead of the Red Level.
Never in a million years would it have occurred to me that writing down the numbers/letters wasn’t enough. I also should have noticed the color of the numbers/letters.
That’s just cruel, people.