It’s hard to post from behind the wheel, so I’ve been a little scarce this week. I had to drive to Tacoma on Monday for top secret business. Upon arriving downtown, I found the business to be so top secret that even I didn’t know where I was going. I stopped to consult Brett Bretterson, my trusty navigation unit, and he didn’t know either.
Since my car is huge and has a giant logo on the back of it, it seems I don’t need to find someone to ask for directions. If I sit long enough, someone will come to me. This time, it was an older gentleman in business-casual garb who stopped to ask what the Barbie Dream Hearse is, where she was made, and what I’m doing here. I gave him a quick run-down on the car and asked him how to get where I was going. Friendly people in Tacoma. I just wish they’d do something about the smell.
The next day I went to the Microsoft campus in Redmond to visit a friend for lunch. I pulled in where all the cabs and shuttles sit. I’m not sure if the outward appearance of my car made enough of a case for my being there, but meh, close enough. While I waited for my friend, I watched some people pull out camera phones and take pictures of my car. Had it not been raining, I would have opened her up so they could shoot the inside, which to me is the best part.
Then I went to Wallingford. Now, I like Wallingford. It’s cute, it’s quaint, it’s compact… but it’s a bitch to park your car, even if it is of the “smart” variety. Half the houses there had big SUVs and trucks out front anyway, but it was the No Parking signs galore that got to me. Lots of perfectly good space being wasted. I had to park three times, having twice caught sight of a tiny, unassuming sign telling me I couldn’t park north or east of wherever I was, and I was a bad person for trying.
I kind of miss Chicago, where they didn’t care if your car was dangling from a tree if you could manage to get it up there.