Wobbly Dave
Thursday 21st October 2004, 23:59
Been out shopping in the new Bullring - which has underground parking. It is very clean, white and new.
Finished about 7.15pm with the shops - after getting some bits for my sister's wedding this weekend. Quite frankly I was relieved to be going home. Got back in the lift. Pressed the P1 button - certain that was where I was parked - first parking level (that's obivous isn't it)
Pacing up and down, swearing "it was there". I referenced the position relative to the entrance and the lifts. Looked around the whole floor thinking maybe I got in a different lift back down - there are after all 3 of them.
No - still no sign.
By this time the overwhelming sense of disbelief and panic had swelled in my stomach. Looking down the barrel of my second car theft in under 3 years. The insurance nightmare - the pain of trying to explain to my friends. The loss of all that time and money sorting out problems. All I could see was the empty set of spaces where it used to sit.
"I did lock it? Didn't I?" :eek:
I looking hopelessly around. Asking random people "Have you seen my car - it's a Big Red Volvo?"
"Sorry, no mate?"
"NO! NO! NO!" I kept thinking - I am not having this. Wandering up and down with the newly purchased items in my blue Gap bag with the string tie at the top - but still nowhere to put it.
Desperation had taken over by now. I asked the Car Valeter who was still moping up from his last job- "Excuse Me? I think my car has been stolen? Have you seen it? It's a big red Volvo?!"
Surely he woud know -
he has been here all the time -
I know that he must see so many cars that they all blend into one, but surely, he must have seen it!!
I will ask him then I will ring the police
"Where did you park it?" He asked
"just there" I replied pointing frantically at the open space
"Which floor?"
"The first one near the barriers, just after you come in!", I said.
"This is the second floor, mate"
:hidesbehi
Doh!
(sure enough it was in the same spot one floor above)
Finished about 7.15pm with the shops - after getting some bits for my sister's wedding this weekend. Quite frankly I was relieved to be going home. Got back in the lift. Pressed the P1 button - certain that was where I was parked - first parking level (that's obivous isn't it)
Pacing up and down, swearing "it was there". I referenced the position relative to the entrance and the lifts. Looked around the whole floor thinking maybe I got in a different lift back down - there are after all 3 of them.
No - still no sign.
By this time the overwhelming sense of disbelief and panic had swelled in my stomach. Looking down the barrel of my second car theft in under 3 years. The insurance nightmare - the pain of trying to explain to my friends. The loss of all that time and money sorting out problems. All I could see was the empty set of spaces where it used to sit.
"I did lock it? Didn't I?" :eek:
I looking hopelessly around. Asking random people "Have you seen my car - it's a Big Red Volvo?"
"Sorry, no mate?"
"NO! NO! NO!" I kept thinking - I am not having this. Wandering up and down with the newly purchased items in my blue Gap bag with the string tie at the top - but still nowhere to put it.
Desperation had taken over by now. I asked the Car Valeter who was still moping up from his last job- "Excuse Me? I think my car has been stolen? Have you seen it? It's a big red Volvo?!"
Surely he woud know -
he has been here all the time -
I know that he must see so many cars that they all blend into one, but surely, he must have seen it!!
I will ask him then I will ring the police
"Where did you park it?" He asked
"just there" I replied pointing frantically at the open space
"Which floor?"
"The first one near the barriers, just after you come in!", I said.
"This is the second floor, mate"
:hidesbehi
Doh!
(sure enough it was in the same spot one floor above)