Dudette, Where’s My Car?!?!?!.

I had one of those moments at The Central just now. It was past 12am, was feeling a little sleepy, feet aching from the new leather heels that I have yet to break in properly…

Remembered the car was parked at the 9th level. But as I stepped out of the lift, I frowned.

Car not there. WTF.

Took lift down to level 8… no luck. Level 7… nothing. Level 6… bo leh… Level 5… it’s the frigging gantry liao lah! HONG KAN!?!??!

Called Jeffwee to whine, while he could do nothing but say, “How can you forget where you parked your car??” And I could only whine some more before hanging up.

So took the lift up to level 10 and walked down the ramp. “I GOTTA FIND IT OMFG MY FEET ARE ACHING!”

Then there it was, my BarfMobile. Semi-mocking at me at the other end of level 9. “Why you never go to the back and check? I was sitting here waiting for you all these time, while you went to gorge your face on ramen and ice cream…”

BLEAH!!!!