On Tuesday night I had the pleasure of meeting up with my beautiful friend Robyne, she has been a friend to me for around 41 years! We see less of each other now, in fact it has been 12 months since we last met up and shared a meal together, but our friendship is such that we just fall back into talking to each other like we only saw each other the day before.
We have vowed to try and see each other more regularly, but we both work and have lots of other commitments, so if it doesn't happen, neither of us will get offended because that's how we roll.
So after a delicious meal at Bistro Guillaume at the Crown Metropol (used to be Burswood) of French Onion Soup and a whole (deboned) Whiting served with some fancy French chips and the most delicious bread and real butter, we sat around and chatted for a while before heading off home.
[Okay I know I am not the best food blogger, but you have to try this restaurant, it is divine, from the decor to the meals and especially the service ... I give it 5 stars, lets hope it stays that way]
Now Robyne's daughter had dropped her off so I was driving her home, it is sort of on the way and gave us more time to chat! So we paid for our parking ($20!! now that's gone up with the new name) we headed to the exit. But I somehow dropped the ticket down between the seat and the console and no amount of moving my seat, using various pens and other thin objects could I get the ticket that would allow us to exit.
To add to the stress, some ignorant woman pulled up behind me and yelled at me to reverse so she could get out. Not sure where she wanted me to reverse to, as she was behind me and there was a car behind her. I nearly told her I would reverse right up her Jaxie if she wasn't careful.
But I remained calm, and pushed the intercom button on the exit machine, told them my problem and asked them to help, to which the stupid man replied ...
Oh we can't do anything if you don't have a ticket!!! Seriously???? He repeated this four times - really helpful dude - NOT.
And all the while the line was getting longer and the woman behind me looked like she was going to kill me. Someone even started tooting!
So I asked if I could just put my credit card in the machine and pay again, so he says yes, and then asks did it work ... Of course it didn't you idiot, the card won't fit in the slot. So we go back to, well I can't do anything if you don't have a ticket. SERIOUSLY DUDE IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE THERE IS GOING TO BE PARKING LOT RAGE.
Then two pedestrians came to my rescue, they just walked over and said ... Let us help, we have long skinny arms and hands, and I was like WHAT??? But they got down on their hands and knees and one held her iPhone (on the torch app) and other nearly crawled under my seat and with lots of puffing and huffing she finally held up the ticket. I nearly kissed her on the spot. And without further ado, or the chance to adequately thank them, they picked up their stuff and walked off.
These gorgeous young woman, dressed in black jeans and black shirts, with spiky black hair, arms covered with tattoos and lots of piercings, restored my faith in their generation. I always try not to judge a book by it's cover, but I am human and so often fail. But this really bought home that message.
And I really should ring the Crown Metropol and tell them about the end of my evening and their really unhelpful man on the other end of the intercom, but seriously I just can't be bothered.
p.s I'm off to hospital to have my back injections so I have schedule this post.
Thanks for popping by, hope you are having a great week xxx