I have returned. I spent the last few days in Louisville, Kentucky at a string teacher conference. It was a lot of fun, but I had some serious problems trying to get out of the parking garage.
Let me tell you about it.
I parked on the lowest level (this lot went down instead of up). Amazingly, I had no problem remembering where I parked. The problem was navigating out of that thing. I followed the exit signs, as any somewhat intelligent homosapien would do. I made it to the next level. And the next level.
But then something weird happened. I went around in a circle, following the exit signs. I drove past Indiana license plates, admiring how lovely they were (yes, I happen to like Indiana license plates) and then realized on the third time around, that they were on the same cars. Wait a minute, I thought. Didn't I just pass these vehicles? I looked to my my right. There was the elevator to go up to the hotel. I hadn't gone up another level!
But I didn't see another exit. What's the problem? I thought. Must I drive around admiring Indiana license plates for eternity?
I went around again, looking for an alternative exit. I found one. But it must've been a pedestrian exit sign, because I ended up at a dead-end. I got my car out of there after some very careful maneuvering and headed back to the cars with the lovely Indiana license plates. There had to be a way out!
That's when I noticed another exit sign. But this one had a one way sign on the wall next to it. At that way wasn't the way I wanted to go. Should I go that way? I considered the possibilities: Wander around in that garage for the rest of my life, or face a head-long collision.
I opted for the head-long collision.
I turned down that one way ramp, and rounded the corner, fully expecting to see a pair of headlights coming my way. But there wasn't. Instead, there was a wide, two-way ramp going up and out!
All I have to say is, somebody must've drank a little too much bourbon when he put that sign up, and thought it would be absolutely hilarious to mess with my head! Darn Kentuckian!
I feel for you. I hate parking garages. I've been in some confusing ones, too. Ugh.ReplyDelete
They're a necessary evil in big cities!Delete
I've been in garages like that! Makes you wonder what they were drinking when they put up the signs.ReplyDelete
Since I was in Kentucky, I figured it had to be bourbon. They were probably snacking on bourbon chocolate balls, too. ;0)Delete
I don't drive now, but when I did.. just the sight of those parking garages made me feel panicky!ReplyDelete
They can make you a little claustrophobic. I hate when I have to park in a tiny spot against a cement wall.Delete
Ooh, parking lot limbo. I've been in lots like that before. Makes you reach a certain point where you question if this is your life now, and you should just park and find something to eat before it gets too dark. Then we'll set out again in the morning.ReplyDelete
Yes. I was thinking that maybe I should stop at the hotel restaurant and get some nourishment before I tried to continue my quest for the exit.Delete
the purpose of sings is for the to be placed in all the wrong places :)ReplyDelete
I've been in one like that, found my way out by pure flukeReplyDelete
Some garages can be downright confusing!Delete
Parking garages are a special level of hell, I think.ReplyDelete
Haha! I would have to concur!Delete
So much for making parking easy.ReplyDelete
Never easy! It's always a wonder how people manage to make it around corners without hitting each other, too!Delete
As a non driver I don't have that problem but how well I remember my late husband words under his breath at parking.ReplyDelete
Have a good week.
I'm sure that parking garage has heard a lot of foul language!Delete
Parking garages frighten me! *LOL* Most Indiana plates are just plain blue with white lettering now. Which ones were you looking at? We used to have beautiful ones with an orange sunset and amber waves of grain. I miss those pretty plates.ReplyDelete
These had a pretty American Flag with the words, In God We Trust. I have seen both of the plates you refer to, and yes, the plain blue one is rather drab. I would not have admired that! ;0)Delete
Oh those dreaded parking lot circles. They sure can make your head spin!ReplyDelete
That is for sure!Delete
Never listen to the signsReplyDelete
Parking garages for some reason terrify me, I don't quite know why. I love music also, I play the guitar and the mandolin. I however only play for my own enjoyment. Thanks for letting me visit.ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by. I play guitar and mandolin, too, but not well enough to perform or teach them.Delete
Ugh...those crazy parking lot signs. Don't even get me started on those narrow slots with those big poles.ReplyDelete
I'm sure they're a nightmare for a lot of people!Delete
At least it had a happy ending. Glad that you were able to visit us here in KY!ReplyDelete
You live in Kentucky? Kentucky is a very pretty state, and I like it very much. But something needs to be done about that parking garage!Delete
Parking garages were designed by those same people who make the mouse mazes. Poor mouse thinks (more than once) that he'll never get to the cheese. Poor human thinks (more than once) that they'll never find the street. Yikes.ReplyDelete
They are definitely twisted individuals!Delete
I can sympathize with you, Sherry. Parking garages can be wicked! I hate them because it's so easy to get confused.ReplyDelete
LOL! I'm glad you survived the parking garage. What a scary experience! I mean, you could have gotten stuck down there forever...without even a supply of cheese. *shudders*ReplyDelete
Haha!! Too funny! Hopefully you can laugh about it now. I can only imagine how frustrating and irritating that would be!!ReplyDelete