Something happened that was almost quintessentially Cher from Clueless: I lost my car in the parking lot of Century City Westfield mall. After deciding to go shopping at 8 p.m. before the mall closes at 9 p.m., I drove in madly to the lot and parked at the first spot I found. Jumped on the escalator and made a bee-line to BR. Got what I wanted, flirted with the shopguy, and headed over to J. Crew for 5 minutes before the mall closed. As I stepped into the parking garage, I inexplicably lost all senses and didn't know where my car was. One row up, not there. One row down, nada. Circle my way around, zilch. Sh*t.
Yes, I have an alarm on my car and I do have a remote. But the battery died on it a week ago, and haven't gotten around to replacing it. So of course I can't use it to locate my damn car. This brought back memories of when I had to look for my car when it got towed away in Northwest Portland.
The gas fumes and the heat inside the garage got to me, and I got slightly dizzy. Just when I was about to go on the second loop around the garage, I was all of a sudden reunited with my car. I was relieved that I didn't have to go seek help from the guards and drive me around in a golf cart. Some day, when I have a disposable income with cash to burn, I will valet. Until then, I will keep fresh batteries in my car alarm remote at all times. After I got back into my car, I remembered the following quote from "Clueless".
Joe: You want to practice parking?
Cher: What's the point? Everywhere you go has valet.
Preach on, Cher. You're my hero.
Admittedly, the true Granola way is to bike to the mall. But when the urge to shop hits, and the mall is only open for another hour, one must break some moral rules to go satisfy the ravenous consumer within.
2 comments:
You're still alive?
Alive and well, with pulse and all. How the hell are you?
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