I like to think of myself as an intelligent and witty person, but i guess i can never really pull it off due to my extremely obvious blonde moments. Such an event happened this past friday...*cue flashback music*
Stephanie, Erica, and I were headed to the Citadel for the weekly parade. Me - being the Citadel expert and all - was the designated driver. The only thing was, my car was missing. I could NOT find my car. Not only did Stephanie and i WALK up and down the rows of where my car should've been parked, Erica drove us around and searched for where it might have been - multiple times. After not having any luck of the sort, I did what every mature woman would do...i called Daddy.
Dad's advice was to report the car missing (which i throughly believed at the time that is was). All three of is then hiked to Campus Security to report the missing Scotty (my car) where i turned in a written report and filed all this paper work alongside my new C.P. buddy. I was then given instructions to call North Charleston Police and report it there as well. After spending 20 minutes on the phone with a strongly Spanish accented women, i was able to report my car missing and was told that anyone seen in the vehicle would be arrested on contact. Sweet.
After being told there was nothing else to do but wait, we decided to still go to the Citadel, because gosh darn it if i'm all stressed out, a mob of cadets always makes me feel better, and Stephanie was going to drive us. Steph can not drive without her ipod though, so we had to pick that up first. As Steph pulled infront of our building, i spotted something familar.
Yes, it was my car. Parked in an upper woman's parking spot. How did it get there? I have no idea. I do not remember parking it there. The fact alone that i did not have a parking ticket was a shere miracle. After my shock was over (Dad was on the phone during this part too...i kinda went hysterical, laughing and such) i had to call back North Charleston police and cancel my report...i did not want to get arrested in my own car after all, and then i flagged down Campus Police...and on his approach he yelled , "I Found it!!!"....yeah...sure...
Needless to say, i made it to the Citadel, in my own car...and am investing in a car panick button.
Stephanie, Erica, and I were headed to the Citadel for the weekly parade. Me - being the Citadel expert and all - was the designated driver. The only thing was, my car was missing. I could NOT find my car. Not only did Stephanie and i WALK up and down the rows of where my car should've been parked, Erica drove us around and searched for where it might have been - multiple times. After not having any luck of the sort, I did what every mature woman would do...i called Daddy.
Dad's advice was to report the car missing (which i throughly believed at the time that is was). All three of is then hiked to Campus Security to report the missing Scotty (my car) where i turned in a written report and filed all this paper work alongside my new C.P. buddy. I was then given instructions to call North Charleston Police and report it there as well. After spending 20 minutes on the phone with a strongly Spanish accented women, i was able to report my car missing and was told that anyone seen in the vehicle would be arrested on contact. Sweet.
After being told there was nothing else to do but wait, we decided to still go to the Citadel, because gosh darn it if i'm all stressed out, a mob of cadets always makes me feel better, and Stephanie was going to drive us. Steph can not drive without her ipod though, so we had to pick that up first. As Steph pulled infront of our building, i spotted something familar.
Yes, it was my car. Parked in an upper woman's parking spot. How did it get there? I have no idea. I do not remember parking it there. The fact alone that i did not have a parking ticket was a shere miracle. After my shock was over (Dad was on the phone during this part too...i kinda went hysterical, laughing and such) i had to call back North Charleston police and cancel my report...i did not want to get arrested in my own car after all, and then i flagged down Campus Police...and on his approach he yelled , "I Found it!!!"....yeah...sure...
Needless to say, i made it to the Citadel, in my own car...and am investing in a car panick button.
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ReplyDeleteA) After a stressful week something like that is bound to happen
ReplyDeleteB) It is a pretty funny story
Ashleigh, you rock sweetie!! Thanks for making my day. Oh, and no, you can never borrow my car. :-)
ReplyDeletethat's my baby girl!!!
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