We planned for a 9 hour trip. Of course, we expected the usual delays- extra pee trips and such- but when it took us well over 20 hours drive time to arrive in San Fran we knew this would be a special Christmas ( :
Jelani was a real trooper since he had to do most of the driving due to my infamous car sickness. To our relief I did not puke once- the entire ride down!
Once we payed the troll fee (they really do charge to enter) we began to relax. The drive is finally over, we thought. And oh what a hopeful thought that was.
We found our hotel immediately and drove off into the sunset to find our parking garage. 1 1/2 blocks down and take right, the Chinese receptionist said in a thick accent. Sure, I said, smiling. I skipped off in confidence.
To my surprise, I was to drive into the wrong parking garage where we parked, walked down a few flight of stairs and searched for an attendant to give our ticket to.
You're in the wrong garage, they said, stampin our foreheads with a large stamp: "Stupid Tourist".
We hid our faces from the line of locals parked in the Right garage and slinked back to our car. They charged us for that little escapade*
A few.... oh, 40 minutes later, we happily handed our keys to the correct attendant- sheepishly wiping our foreheads.
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