Dude, Where's My Car?
With an extra $2 in my pocket, I strode off to the exit. This proved to be problematic. The longer I walked, the longer the list of unfamiliar halls grew. I surrendered the struggle of asking directions ([pointing] "Go straight that way and then go left to the blah blah blah...") and just started following EXIT signs to get me out of the labyrinth with hope that I could find the parking garage from the outside. It worked -- sort of. Now outside, I could not figure out how to get to the garage. I found the entrance that landed me in the hall where it all began and muttered that they can keep the two bucks if I could just get the blasted car back and get out of this human-saturated desert town. The fun must have dimmed for the gods of ADHD because divine intervention enabled me to focus long enough to find the doors to the garage. Back at the rental car, irrational considerations to whip the TomTom across the parking level were staunched by the reality that I currently had no map of Las Vegas and I was desparate to get out of town. I will not be returning there unless I am either paid or clutching the arm of my wife like a helpless blind man.
Dude, Where's My Car?
With an extra $2 in my pocket, I strode off to the exit. This proved to be problematic. The longer I walked, the longer the list of unfamiliar halls grew. I surrendered the struggle of asking directions ([pointing] "Go straight that way and then go left to the blah blah blah...") and just started following EXIT signs to get me out of the labyrinth with hope that I could find the parking garage from the outside. It worked -- sort of. Now outside, I could not figure out how to get to the garage. I found the entrance that landed me in the hall where it all began and muttered that they can keep the two bucks if I could just get the blasted car back and get out of this human-saturated desert town. The fun must have dimmed for the gods of ADHD because divine intervention enabled me to focus long enough to find the doors to the garage. Back at the rental car, irrational considerations to whip the TomTom across the parking level were staunched by the reality that I currently had no map of Las Vegas and I was desparate to get out of town. I will not be returning there unless I am either paid or clutching the arm of my wife like a helpless blind man.