So I got lost in a parking deck today. Not one of my most proudest moments, I know, but those things are so tricky or this one was at least.
I was already running late to my appointment to get my haircut, but Pam was already there so she went ahead an took my spot. I don't know what happened. I immediately left when I got out of work around 1:30, but I ended up at the salon almost at three! Such is my life. I'm just not born with that natural sense of direction some lucky people have. I don't even have that sense where you can feel someone behind you. I wish I had that! Many an awkward moment in turning around at shopping malls, department stores, grocery aisles, only to run right into someone.
With my lack of direction and my lack of anything sixth sense, my GPS took my around and around the Buckhead area just to get my damn haircut. Driving in Atlanta isn't fun, let me just say that, but being lost whilst in Atlanta made me realize that there's a new horrible level of driving in Atlanta.
GPS, who I call Gladys, kept telling me that the complex was on my right. Hm. It looked more like a swank apartment building, Gladys, but if you keep on insisting...
I've been to this haircut place only once before, and Pam drove me that time, so all I remembered was a parking deck. I decided that maybe this was the right parking deck or maybe I could at least get out and ask for proper directions from a human being. This was all for naught too, because once I parked, I couldn't find the stairs or a marker to see which level I was on. I tried to call Pam, but the cement just got in the way of electronic signals. When she did reach me I asked her to just cancel my appointment. I was an hour or so late already. She was adamant to not do that, and for me to find my way. I was already in the area.
This is when I got lost in the parking deck. Two arrow markers showed me the general exits, but at one point they deviated. One was to take me to the highway and the other was to take me to the street. I realized earlier on that I was in the depths of a cement parking deck, heading towards the highway, passing the same couple, because I was lost. Pam kept trying to call. I was getting dizzy from having to go in circles.
Stupid deck. Stupid signs in the deck that mislead. I followed them so closely!
I got out, by the way. I ended up parking about four blocks away in another deck and with the combination of on-foot and cell phone directions from my hair dresser, I made it. I was pretty sweaty and breathless, but I made it.
By that point I was too frazzled to really try to act cheery. I was embarrassed beyond belief! I wanted to die, when I was getting shampooed. I guess this is why I didn't listen when she described what kind of haircut I was going to get. I just agreed.
Now I have what is called "an angled bob" right at my chin. I guess it's ironic, because I wanted to grow my hair out for the wedding I have to act as bridesmaid for in three months. Oh well.
