On Parking

So he was driving around looking for a free car parking space. Luckily he found one (not as close as he would have liked but he was early so could afford the time to walk from there to work), parked (carefully - new car newly passed his test). Threw his rucksack on his back and hiked over to the school. So it was a busy day, session was full of kids, everyone was pulling him this way and that, do this, do that (or perhaps he was very unobservant) whatever, when he came out of school he walked off to get the car, and go home. But although he knew which street he parked in he couldn't remember where it was. He so couldn't remember where it was he rang his boss to help him find it, "I'v lost me motor". This is why the boyfiend was late to meet me - he had to help MEE find his car.

I'm making no judgement...well maybe just a little one - he's a freak! It wasn't like it was in a massive carpark with coded zones or anything, it wasn't a multistory where every level looks identical and you'd think you were in a looped piece of video (enter the lift come out, enter again come out) and it was actually the same floor every time. It wasn't like he hasn't worked in the area for ooo must be 4 years now. Fantastic!