Reserved Parking

While out running errands today, we stopped off to eat lunch at an old favorite, El Pollo Loco. In fact, it was the same one where we had a Grand Adventure last year. We pulled up in front of the store, and CoolGuy got out the handicapped parking permit hang-tag to put on the rearview mirror. Then we got out of the truck and I started limping into the store. He hung around a little bit, and I went in to wait for him.

We placed our orders, filled our drink cups, then sat down in a booth facing the space where the truck was parked. I said, "You know,  I'd be too superstitious to park in that space again, like you did." He laughed and pointed, "Yeah, I got out of the driver's side and thought about last year, too. Then, I looked down at the pavement and thought, hey...my tires fit right inside those paint marks there. Then, I realized, Oooooh...it's the same paint marks."

I got up and shuffled over to the window and looked. Sure enough, there were the truck tires, poised perfectly inside the marks the police had made last spring. I laughed and laughed. Everyone in the place turned to stare, but I couldn't stop laughing.

So, not only did we use the same parking space again, because we've got the hang-tag for the handicapped spot, but we also parked precisely in the "scene of the crime"---we have a private parking space at El Pollo Loco!! It's awesome!  This time, no excitement with the meal. Just some crazy lady, who walks funny, laughing her head off.