On Thursday, we headed to the local catfish restaurant for my belated Mother's Day dinner. I chose 2:00, because I didn't think it would be crowded. Also, they have a lunch special from 11:00 to 4:00, which is $3 per person cheaper than going at supper time.
Farmer H was meeting us at 2:00. I went by to pick up The Pony. When we arrived, the parking lot was almost full! What in the Not-Heaven? Why would so many people be there at 2:00 on a Thursday? Farmer H was parked in the last space at the end of the second (of two) rows of parking spaces. It would have been the ideal space for me (aside from being so far from the door) because nobody could park next to me, obstructing T-Hoe's door from opening all the way.
Anyhoo... I parked on the other side of SilverRedO. Farmer H kept motioning for me to pull forward more. AS IF I don't know how to park. When we got out, The Pony pointed out that Farmer H was over the front line of his parking space, while T-Hoe was just right. Thanks, Pony, for my VALidation!
As I started in, using my cane that I had brought just in case, I mentioned that I might just as well have parked out on the highway. So much for having a handicap placard. The two handicap spaces were taken. Along with a space next to them, and TWO CARS PARKED IN FRONT OF THE DOOR, which were not even parking spaces! I guess parking lots are just a free-for-all these days.
But wait! When we were halfway there, people got into one of the cars in the handicap space.
"Oh! One of you can park T-Hoe there, for when we come out!"
The Pony was willing, but I suggested Farmer H, because that would put him closer to the door to walk in. The Pony agreed. So Farmer H turned back, and piloted T-Hoe up front next to the building. He kept waiting, and The Pony said it looked like Farmer H was waiting for the end space, and not the actual handicap space. Yes. Though both were leaving, Farmer H took the farthest space. Oh, well. It was still closer than the one I had.
The Pony and I went inside, and got a table, with the waitress assuring us that she would show Farmer H where we were. It's not that hard, really. We are easy to pick out of a crowd.
Anyhoo... we enjoyed our meal. On the way out, I said I would stop by the bathroom. I reached in my pocket to give The Pony my keys, and discovered my pocket was empty! Farmer H still had my keys!
"Hey! I need my keys! What if you drove off, and The Pony and I were stranded here? I don't want to stand outside and wait for you to bring my keys, and I don't want to walk back in and find a place to sit while I wait!"
Farmer H coughed up my keys. He's not very responsible sometimes. At least this good deed of parking T-Hoe went unpunished, since I thought to reach for my keys before he left.
2 comments:
Probably Farmer H is just used to putting his own keys in his pocket so he did that without thinking, good thing you remembered. I'm happy you got the closer parking space too.
River,
Yes, I don't think this was a case of Farmer H trying to kill me. He just didn't remember to give me my keys when he joined us at the table. I appreciate Farmer H bringing T-Hoe to the front of the building. Good thing I reached for my keys to give The Pony!
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