A friend of mine told me a story. He was going to pick up the girl at her house. He parked and started walking up what he thought was her walkway to het house. On the walkway of the house next to him, a man strated yelling at him, “Boy, the house is over here!” It turned out that it was the house next door and that man was her father.
I had a story once, at the time it wasn’t so funny. I went out in a hotel and I parked in a parking garage. The way it worked in there is that you get a ticket when you come in and when you’re ready to leave there’s a machine inside the garage to insert the ticket in. You pay for parking, the ticket comes out and when you leave the garage you insert the ticket into the slot and the gate opens. So I inserted the ticket and paid for parking and got the ticket back. While we were in the car getting ready to leave, the ticket fell from my fingers between the two seats in front. We spent ten minutes looking for it. She told me to give up, I said another 5 minutes then I’ll give up. I couldn’t find it after 5 minutes. She said she needed to get a tissue anyways so she’ll ask them inside the hotel what to do. She came back out several minutes later and said that they said that there’s someone at the exit who can help us. We drove to the exit and told the attendant what happened. He told us to keep looking, there’s no other way out that ticket controls the system.The attendant was on her side of the window, so she told him we searched for 10 min and wer couldn’t find it. The attendant was a black person, he said “I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking today, it’s been a bad day!” There were other cars in the other lane, so he let them go, then he came out of his booth and said “You guys were looking for a lot more than 10 minutes. I heard you guys looking for it from where I was. I’m going to get into trouble for this, but I’ll let you go.” He pressed a button and the gate opened up.