Oops

Yesterday, Steve and I spent the day in town. Which is why I didn't do right by you and post my daily mutterings and musings.

We started with the most divine massage, which was wonderful!

Then we had lunch from a taco stand run by real Mexicans- bon appetite!

Then we wandered for a bit, just because we could. It wasn't necessarily aimless wandering. Steve got some shoes for Tai Chi and we picked up some comics for the wee boy. I earned points with the comic guy when I asked about The Maxx. Did you know it went out of print a few years ago? Bummed! I always loved The Maxx.

Anyway, we finally made our way back to the car where I discovered that our parking ticket had fallen out of my back pocket at some point in our wanderings! $60 for a lost ticket! So Steve worked his magic on the parking attendant, and he was kind enough to issue us a new ticket. And then he broke the news to us.

We had parked at 9:30 that morning. It was now 1:30pm. If we left now we would pay the hourly rate which would amount to $40. Or, we could find something to do for half an hour and pay the daily rate of $16 if we left at or after 2pm.

This is why I hate paying for parking. What sort of sense does that make? Stay for longer and pay less than half as much. Who is in charge of things like that? Do people sit around in giant board rooms discussing how they can screw with people's minds? And what if you park in that building when you're working in town, then discover you have to leave work early because you or your offspring fall ill during the day? Expecting to pay $16, you're suddenly given a bill for $50! Talk about adding insult to injury- make that illness.

Anyway, we ate up that half hour with a coffee and turkish delight at Mojo Cafe. Yummy.

It wasn't until we were halfway home that we suddenly realized that one of the main reasons for making the trip into town was to visit a large craft supply shop there. One that was practically across the street from where we were parked!

I'm just going to pretend that they didn't have what we needed in stock, and therefore we would have spent heaps of money on things we didn't know we needed.

Because having a terrible memory saves money.

Happy crafting!