Found an envelope in my letterbox tonight. It contained $1000. I assume Gary is now south of me rather than north. I hope he’s OK.
Donna and I went into town for a night out tonight. Well, I have $1000 in cash I’ve to get rid of. I couldn’t find a street park, so I had to park in one of those scary spiral multi-storey car parks. When we were leaving, a bit worse for wear, but under the limit I’m sure, I put the ticket, once I’d found it, it was on the floor, in the machine to pay. It won’t accept it. Turns out we were in the wrong car park. OK, so we’re next door. They all look the same.
Paid for my ticket in the correct carpark, finally found my car after trying a few levels, drove to the exit and put my ticket in the next machine. That machine then asked me to put my ticket in it. But I’ve just put my ticket in it. Stretched across and buzzed the buzzer. No one answers for ages. Finally, the voice of a gentleman whose first language obviously wasn’t English (he’d be good doing announcements at train stations) came from the speaker. When I worked out what the voice was saying, I realised it was telling me to go to the boom gate at the exit and buzz again, and he’d let me out. OK, I’ll do that. Arrived at the boom gate and buzzed. No answer. Buzzed again. No answer. Cars beginning to line up behind me. Buzzed again. Some halfwit toots. Finally, a different voice asks me what my registration number is. How would I know? Who knows what their rego number is? Donna got out of the car and had a look. Unfortunately, by the time she got back in the car she’d forgotten the number. I got out of the car, more toots, memorised my rego number (at least for as long as I needed to), told it to the man in the machine, and finally escaped from the car park. I love modern technology.