Parking Lots

So I’m driving on my way to drama practice the other night, running a little late but not too bad. I apparently miss the exit but don’t realize it til a couple minutes later so I figure I’ll pull off on the next exit and pull a quick U-ee (how DO you spell that...).

Wouldn’t you know it, there is no ramp to get back on the other direction.  Hey wait a second, there’s no way to get back on the freeway at all either direction… in fact somehow I’ve just taken an exit which apparently dumps directly into the Boeing parking lot.

No problem, just find the exit and get your self back on the… hey.... wait a second… there’s no exit??  Not only that, all I can seem to find are one-way roads all leading towards the Boeing building. What the crap?

I spy the road I want to be on off in the distance as I weave through one-way roads and parking stalls trying to find a way out of this cruel maze of cars. A Boeing employee gives me a funny look as he walks to his car… a mere 20 seconds later I notice he has made it out of this death maze Boeing Parking Lot B-7.

Inexplicable!

I am reminded of airport parking lots which are laughable next to the dreaded B-7.

I resort to a scrap of childhood anecdotes as I recall the surefire solution in case I was to ever be lost in a maze (which is very important information to know as a child, you never know when you will be greeted with the difficulties of being lost in an ancient Mayan maze). With my virtual “left hand on the wall” I take a few more short turns and am welcomed once again to a world with 2-lane roads.

Freedom!

Good riddance Boeing Parking Lot B-7.

Good riddance.