Going Around in Circles
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!
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!
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