I had a great weekend. Until I lost my car. This is not an infrequent event but it was really bad this time and recovery took about three hours.
Here’s how it all went down: I went into D.C to meet a friend for a birthday dinner and parked a few streets from her place. I was feeling really proud of myself for 1.) Finding a spot I was allowed to park in and 2.) Parallel parking. It took me maybe five minutes to get to her apartment so I didn’t think much of it. Until the party was over and I had to find my car. And I had no idea where it was. You see, I have no internal GPS. I can barely tell left from right and I have been known to get lost in a restaurant. The sense of orientation part of my brain is missing. So my friend and I walked around looking for it with no luck for about 45 minutes. Then we drove around with no luck for about 45 minutes. Finally I told her to please go home because it was her birthday and driving around Dupont looking for someone’s car isn’t exactly the best way to spend one’s birthday. I told her not to worry; I’d take care of it. And by take care of it I mean I called my Mom and begged her to rescue me.
So there I was, sitting in front of the Dupont Circle Hotel close to midnight feeling very sorry for myself (and a little bit like a failure in life…who loses a car???) and there came my family rolling down New Hampshire Avenue in true Colombian fashion: My Mom, Dad and cousin made a family event out of the rescue mission. If my grandma and great aunts had been around they probably would’ve come too. And so we began our long and complicated journey to locate my car. It felt a little bit like we were a naïve hillbilly family in the big city for the first time because none of us is really all that familiar with D.C, but I had a few clues: I knew I had passed 14 and R streets on my way to my friend’s place, I was pretty sure I had parked on a narrow one- way street with a red and white Monday street cleanup sign (apparently all D.C streets have such signs) and I was pretty sure it was a short street. So we twisted and turned down all the narrow streets we could find in Dupont and finally, my car was miraculously found! This is the nice thing about having family around…I mean, how many other people would be willing to drive 25 miles to help you remedy a situation of your own stupid doing? And where was it found? On an alley-way type street at the intersection of R and 14th. I don’t know how I missed it. I really need to start using iphone technology so I stop losing my car.
So my question is: What do you do if you lose your car in D.C and really can’t find it?