Judy, Judy, Judy

After breakfast I met the Stockstills in the lobby at the rental car place. Susan was getting all her paperwork straight and she found out that we had to go back up to the third floor of the parking lot to get the rental car, and that Judy would be waiting there to help us. When we got up there, we found out that Judy was a little, tiny, spitfire of a lady who was about 72 years old! She was just hanging out talking to the other “car getters”, who were all about 19 or 20 years old. We waited on the bench and Judy and the Ford escape showed up. Seeing as how I had just parked in the parking garage the day before, I was certain I knew everything about it so we told Judy we didn’t need any directions. After about 10 minutes of driving around the third floor looking for a way to get up to the 7th floor where I was parked, we see Judy “getting” another car, driving like a bat out of hell around a corner! I swear she was going about 42 miles an hour in the space of about 100 feet! Right after that, out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the 19 year olds trying to flag us down. I promptly ignore him, thanking goodness I had on my sunglasses and could do so. Then on a subsequent pass, there was no denying him, so we rolled down the window. “I was trying to flag you down – do you need help getting out of here?” Turns out, when you get a rental on the third floor, you have to go all the way down before you can go back up to the 7th floor. Oh well, so much for not needing directions!!