Yesterday afternoon I went to Kohls to get some stuff for our new home. I had never been to this particular store and thought "what the hell it's only 20 minutes away, I'll figure out how to get there." Mistake #1. I was on the phone with my sister as I parked and walked into the store, therefore not 100% paying attention, which was mistake #2. I got distracted in the clothing section (I FOUND RED SKINNIES FOR $7!!) and left the store about 30 minutes later to discover that my car was missing. After walking around the parking lot aimlessly for 10 minutes, I came to the conclusion that my car had been stolen.
I panicked and called my husband who immediately left work to come get me. I then went inside, freaked out at a young girl who was working there and told her my car was stolen and I needed the address of the store so I could notify the police. I then proceeded to call 911, somewhat hysterical at this point, and alert them about my stolen vehicle. 10 minutes later a police officer rolled up and got my information. He told me that he had a hard time locating me because I had told the dispatcher that I was outside the main entrance on West Chester Pike, when in reality, I was standing outside the main entrance on Route 1. At this point I started getting a little nervous...was it possible there was more than one main entrance to the store? Oh shit...
The officer (who was all of 25 and gorgeous by the way) then asked me if it was possible that I had parked in the other parking lot on the other side of the store. I told him nope, no way, this parking lot looked awfully familiar and I had never even been to this Kohls before. It could only look familiar since I had parked there about 45 minutes ago....but maybe we should check out the other parking lot just in case.
At this point he has me walk back through the store, where everyone is looking at me like I'm a complete lunatic. I walk to the back of the store and realize there's another main entrance on that side...identical from the one I just came from. I meet him on the other side of the building and he points to a car and says "ma'am, is this your car?" to which I replied "NO! But that one over there is..." So ya, that happened. I called 911 to report a stolen vehicle and as it turns out, my car was recovered...exactly where I had parked it. I told the officer I was so sorry and I had just moved here from out of state and was still learning my way around. He asked me if I had GPS on my phone and I looked at him puzzled and told him I did. He then suggested that maybe I should use it to get out of the parking lot and get myself home. Ouch.
The worst part was calling my husband and also my Dad, both of whom I'd called freaking out, to admit my mistake. Jonathon unfortunately had told everyone at work what had happened so that he was allowed to leave since it was "an emergency". I am absolutely horrified that he now has to explain what happened when he goes back to work on Monday...talk about embarrassing!!
On a positive note, my new pants are fabulous! I kind of love them, and while they weren't worth all the drama, they were $7!!
Ok, this is flippin hilarious & totally something I would do! At least it wasn't really stolen, but this makes for a great story! Great job on the pants btw, they look great! = )
ReplyDeleteThank you! Haha it felt good to confide in the blog world because lord knows I am too ashamed to tell any of my friends about this! My sister still hasn't stopped making fun of me a week later!
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