I went to pickup my wife, Rachel at the airport this evening. Man, does that place suck. OK, it’s easy to get to. And yes, it’s easy to find the terminal where you are heading. But, the parking. Ugh.
They have about 1 million parking garages. They are all labeled the same, and all are within a 1 block / 2 block radius of each other. Now, I’m not known for my directional prowess, but this place is more confusing than a labyrinth.
P2a? P2? P2b? Now, when you have a tired passenger lugging bags around and just wanted to go home to bed, it’s not fun to break out into a cold sweat and say, “oh shit. I’ve lost the car.” Oops. Luckily, Rachel is very forgiving person, otherwise, I probably would still be at LAX, trying to find my own way home.
Anyway, much to my chagrin, they have the same level within each garage that I parked in — 2b. Making it near impossible to say, “OK, I know I’m in 2b – where is that?” It’s freaking everywhere.
I’m making the trek back out there this week to pick-up a friend who is coming in for a few days to hang out. Needless to say I will be either a) taking Rachel with me as she actually has a sense of direction and location or b) – wait. There is no option b. I’m just hoping Rachel comes with me…otherwise, I’ll have a repeat of the same dilemma I created for us tonight.
hmmm. Weekend’s over. Must get some rest – long week coming down the pipe.
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Don’t worry, I’ll be there…left to your own devices, there’s no telling where you’d end up…
“Honey, I’m in the ocean…I think I see a pier…the car has to be here somewhere, I swear!”
p.s. and in the light of day, after a night’s sleep I’m far more appreciative of how ridiculously confusing the parking is. you painted a far nicer picture of my response to the situation than you had to…tehe…what are cranky tired wifes for?
I hear ya – LAX is crazy. Also, LA is crazy and half the people there shouldn’t be allowed on the road.
I’ve been meaning to shop around for a PDA with GPS, but I haven’t gotten around to it.