True story.
So, have you read The Hunger Games?
No?
Well, you should.
I bet you are wondering what The Hunger Games has to do with me parking in a fire lane? Legally?
Okay. Okay. I’ll tell you. Geez.
So it was opening weekend and I really wanted to go see it. Charlie had just started so he couldn’t go. I didn’t really want to go alone. My friend Kelly posted something about sneaking out so I called and guess what? She was game. We bribed our husbands and headed out.
It was a mad house.
There was absolutely no where for me to park. I need a handicapped spot. They were ALL full. All 15 or so of them. Crazy.I have to be able to open my door ALL THE WAY to get my chair out. No other spot would do.
I was going to mention this and totally forgot. Kelly had to park about 1/2 mile away in a completely different parking lot. It was THAT crazy. Seriously.
I called Kelly and told her I was going in circles trying to find a spot.
She went to the ticket counter and guess what??! Apparently they have a REAL police officer that works on Fri-Sunday. He went up and down the aisle to make sure everyone was parked legally and when it turned out they were (Pffft…. I bet…..) he told me just to park in the fire lane and he’d moved my van when something opened up.
So I did. I pulled up and he stood in traffic while I got my chair. I handed him my keys and made my red carpet entrance in to see The Hunger Games.
I wonder how many people thought we were celebs? I mean we parked illegally, with permission and had an officer valet for us?!