So I'm not sure where to park and my aunty throws me a garage pass.
"Mush. go park downstairs. Be careful of security- they're very anal."
So off I toddle and when I get to the front gate, I drop my pass. Oops.
The security guard knocks on my window.
SG: Excuse me ma'am. Where are you going?
M:I'm driving down there. But I don't know where I'm going. I'm supposed to park in visitors. I can't find my pass.
SG: Oh. Where do you belong?
M: That restaurant. I work there. I can't find my pass.
SG: Oh, that's fine. I'll let you in.
M: I can't find my pass. They're going to yell at me!
SG: Should I let you in?
M: Can I get out and look for my pass?
[Rummage. Rummage. Rummage.]
M: Oh. here it is! Hee. So where am I going?
SG: Downstairs to your right, next to the cage.
M: Oh ok. Left next to the cage.
SG: RIGHT. Next to the cage.
M: Right.
So I drive down and I hear
SG: OI! OI! you have to park here!
M: here? like this? [reverses]
SG: Not like that. Can you parallel your car?
M: Oh, is that better?
SG: [Beginning to get frustrated] No, not like that otherwise you can't get out!
M: Sure I can. [Starts to reverse] Like this?
SG: .... I have to go. Excuse me. [leaves]
I get back upstairs and give the pass back to my aunty.
"How'd it go? Did he give you any trouble?"
"No, no trouble at all."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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