Elizabeth et al, I have done these classic things too!
We lived in the North West of England, and the Head Office of ther Bank where I worked was in Preston, quite a way from our little village but, the Bank hierarchy had been so good to me when we adopted our baby daughter that I said I would take her to see them. I parked the car in the Bus Station carpark - right near the top! - and *persuaded* two off-duty busdrivers to carry the pram complete with baby down all the stairs. We parted company, and I wended my way to the Bank. On the way back, I accosted two more bus drivers, and they carried the pram - again plus babe - up to the eighth floor, where my car was conspicuous by its absence. Panic set in - we carted the pram up one floor, then down two, and still couldn't find the car. I couldn't imagine how I was going to get home when one of the chaps said "Are you sure it was this car park?" "Oh yes - its the bus station carpark." I said. Then came the revelation that there was another car park, exactly the same, on the other side of the bus station. So - gentlemen to the last, they hauled the pram back down to the ground floor, and up to the eighth floor of the other car park - where my car was sitting, patiently waiting for me. Funnily enough, and not only because we moved from Lancashire shortly afterwards, I didn't go to Preston very often after that! Carol - now in Suffolk UK - flatter, but not anything like as dramatic and wonderful scenery! ----- Original Message ----- From: "Elizabeth Ligeti" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: [lace-chat] finding your car To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
