before i begin, i have to thank you for the response i got on my post yesterday. i just love it when i receive thoughtful feedback, and i received it in abundance. so thank you!
today we’re having story time. this story about how Annie Cannot Go Someplace New Without Getting Lost at Least Once and how Annie is Apparently No Longer Able to be on Time to Job Interviews.
or, à la burn notice:
friday i had a job interview to work for the design team at my university. it’s supposed to take me nine minutes to get there. i didn’t have time to drive down there the day before, but the directions looked simple enough. (and in all fairness, they were.)
so i jump in my car and start driving. everything goes fine. i take all the right exits, make all the right turns, and don’t crash. i see a giant brick edifice with the name of the plaza on it and the address: 85 C—–.
insert rule of annie travel no.1: annie cannot go someplace new without getting lost at least once.
i think: good. i just saw 85. 55 will be further do– the street just ended. the street just ended. THE STREET JUST ENDED.
that was when i noticed that the street ended.
so i turn right (i was at least close enough to the downtown campus of the university i attend to vaguely know my way around). and i call my friend liz, because liz knows our city like she knows her name (which would be very well, in case you were wondering).
liz does not pick up. and then my phone won’t end the call. as in, i am driving downtown, one hand on the wheel, other hand holding my phone, thumb frantically hitting the button over and over and over… and did i mention over? (sometimes the buttons on my phone like to stop working, cuz they’re cool like that.)
oh, and did i mention i’m a few minutes late to my interview?!
so i drop my phone into the cup holder and keep driving. and i approach the edifice again. and it has the name of the plaza and 85 C—– and praise the good Lord because it says 55 C—– and i didn’t notice the first time and why is that not in a more visible location for those of who grew up across the state?!
i had passed the only open parking space, so i turn around in the middle of the street (pretty sure that’s illegal). the space is kind of small and i’m not sure my car will fit. i decide: It. Will. Fit. i try to parallel park by entering the space driving forward. then i remember the proper way to parallel park begins by passing the space and backing into it. so then i do that. and i park it on the first try. plus, the space was bigger than i thought, so my car has lots of space around it. i give myself a mental pat on the back and allow myself to smile a little before i realize i need to play a game called Find Enough Change for the Parking Meter.
i forgot about parking meters.
i don’t have change.
scratch that. i have one dime. and one nickel. and a lot of pennies.
i check my wallet. then my car. will the meter take pennies? no. then i check my change purse. (funny how that’s where the change is.) i find a quarter and assorted other silver-colored coins.
as i am sorting through coins, there are these two guys wandering around their car parked about twenty, thirty yards behind me. one comes up to me and asks if i know where there are any restaurants around where we are.
my head: hi my name is annie and I Am Not From Around Here.
my mouth: um, not really. [i explain why i don’t.] i know the museums are nearby, and there’s a friday’s right there [i.e. behind him] and [because i suddenly realize i have eaten around here sometime in the last year] i think if you go that way and walk you’ll find some. [and did i mention i got lost and am late and am not from around here?]
so then i run through the parking garage to 55 C—–. and everything from that point on proceeds as it should.
well, besides when i got off the elevator at the wrong floor after my interview. but at that point, i didn’t even care.
disclosure: no annies were harmed in the procession of this event. just the dignity of an annie. it has been hospitalized and is recovering nicely.