During "Three Rivers Festival" which is going on now, parking is only allowed in the lot of my apartment building for residents with little stickers on their cars. There are guards (residents hired by the hour) at the only gate that is open, and if you don't have the little sticker, you don't get in. This is why, when a girlfriend wanted to come visit this weekend, I arranged for her to leave her car in a friend's drive way. We agreed that I would meet her there and bring her the rest of the way to my place. I was there waiting at the appointed hour but she wasn't. I thought I had given clear directions, but evidently not. I also thought she had GPS but evidently not. So she told me where she was and I gave her directions, which, again, I though were crystal clear, to get the rest of the way to where I was waiting. Perhaps I was depending too much on her knowing north from south. After a little while, when she called back, having driven further away in the meantime, I decided the best recourse was to go and lead her to the proper house. Success! I found her where she said she was, led her by the easiest route to the assigned driveway, where we left her car and proceeded to my place, where the nice guard at the gate spotted my sticker and smiled me in. So all is well, except I realize now that, when I've taken her back to her car tomorrow, I will probably need to lead her out of the subdivision to get her on her way, hopefully not all the way to Ohio. Festival time is such fun.
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