If I was a lab rat, I’d starve. While negotiating the maze to get the cheese, I’d be muttering, that must be the way. Hang on a minute; he’s going there, I’ll follow him. Bloody hell, he works here and that’s the staff car park.
Am I the only one who is so rubbish at finding my way in and out of car parks?
This weekend my hubby and I went on a road trip that involved about four service station stops and a long sojourn in a mini-mall visiting all the recycling bins and delivery bays before finally our way out.
Somehow I always find myself driving the wrong way up the lane and meeting some smug, self-righteous person waving a finger as they go the right way.
In service stations, I find the more signs there are, the more lost I get, because I don’t have time to read them all. Having said that, a big sign in the mall saying 'OUT' or 'FREEDOM THIS WAY' in the mall would have helped.
It would also help, if the designers hadn't always included a victory lap of the car park before letting you out.
Am I the only one who is so rubbish at finding my way in and out of car parks?
This weekend my hubby and I went on a road trip that involved about four service station stops and a long sojourn in a mini-mall visiting all the recycling bins and delivery bays before finally our way out.
Somehow I always find myself driving the wrong way up the lane and meeting some smug, self-righteous person waving a finger as they go the right way.
In service stations, I find the more signs there are, the more lost I get, because I don’t have time to read them all. Having said that, a big sign in the mall saying 'OUT' or 'FREEDOM THIS WAY' in the mall would have helped.
It would also help, if the designers hadn't always included a victory lap of the car park before letting you out.
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