After the show, we hung back until the crowd was out of the building. The parking lot is a nightmare after a concert. I've found from experience that letting the lot empty out and taking your time is a good thing.
So, when we got to our vehicles, we started them up to let them warm up a bit, then stood around and chatted.
We noticed a older woman pacing about, looking like she was waiting for someone. A gentleman stopped, and talked to her for a moment, then he moved on. After several more minutes of her pacing, we started getting concerned about her.
Finally, it was decided to check on her. Dudette and CK went over, talked to her, then all three started walking around the area. Dudette stopped over to let Chew and I know what was up. (We thought the gentleman talking to her was her husband, and that she was waiting for him to bring the car around. The place we were at has a VERY large lot wrapping around a very LARGE complex. It is a common sight to have people wait while a car was being brought around.)
Not so here. The poor woman couldn't FIND her car. Being older, late at night, in a parking lot rapidly emptying out, and no vehicle in sight, she was becoming upset and frightened. Teary eyed, she explained her problem to them. Dudette and CK offered to drive her around to find her car and if it couldn't be found, then to help her get help.
The three of them got into CK's car and headed out. After several minutes, Dudette and CK returned without the woman. They found her car in another lot almost directly diagonal from where we were parked. Like I said, it is a VERY LARGE lot, and complex. The woman got turned around inside, and came out the wrong door totally disoriented. I've seen it happen before. Even with younger concert goers.
Anyway, cars warm, car found, and the lot empty, we headed home.
Help happens.
In my previous comment, one of the friends who attended the concert is just one or two years younger than I. I was surprised at people of my generation wanting to go. MHSR isn't a group that I could identify nor could I name one song that they made popular. Obviously, someone else was paying more attention than I was. (When one of the friends named a number that had been performed at the concert, though, I did recognize the number.)
Hunky Husband has no problem locating his parked car; but, if we leave a highway for gasoline or food, I must tell him how to get back to traveling in the correct direction. (What does he do when he is alone?) Each of us has his/her directional challenge, I guess.
Posted by: Cop Car | November 24, 2005 at 03:30 PM
He does have a GPS, right? Probably uses that when alone, but won't tell anyone.
Glad you help him out though. Hate for him to get lost. Wouldn't look good for a navigator to get lost.
Posted by: Wichi Dude | November 24, 2005 at 03:51 PM
While reading CC's comment, I began to ask myself if my memory of HH being a navigator was correct. Thanks WD for letting me know that I'm not losing my mind!
Good for CK and Dudette for doing a good deed. That place is huge and the times I went I was glad that WS was with me (he can find anything).
I'm glad that at the Verizon Wireless Arena (much smaller), we always use the parking garage - just head out of any of the 3 exits in the front, cross diagonally across the street and remember which floor your vehicle is on. Even the parking garage is pretty small, 6 or 8 rows per floor, so it's pretty hard to mis-place your vehicle.
Posted by: bogie | November 25, 2005 at 07:05 AM
The comment that I had was so long that I put it on my own blog rather than taking up so much space on yours, WD.
Posted by: Cop Car | November 25, 2005 at 09:20 AM
We have some parking lots like that in our area. I'm the one who writes the car's location down, because I don't want to have to be hiking the lots looking for it!
Posted by: buffy | December 02, 2005 at 11:37 AM