Just hours ago, in such a hurry to get to the Banquet event, before 6 p.m. I threw my purse on the truck floor. I covered it with my coat, and grabbed the car keys, which I could still feel the jingle in my Chef’s pants. And NOW again in a hurry so Chad won’t see me leave. I rush into the elevator and look for the last button, assuming that would take me back to the streets. Instead, it was a parking lot. What the hell? There was parking!!
Where is the exit in this Damn Parking lot?? My parking lot closes at 1 am. I am in a rush to get to the truck before they lock the gate. Walking out of the garage, I jumped onto the sidewalk. Blinded that it was sooo dark outside.
So mad at myself. I could not remember the last time I was in Downtown. And now this late with few people? Out of all my Banquet Events none had been downtown. This had been the first one. SHIT. But surely it was this direction. Right? To get to my truck??
I walked about a block and already knew I was desperately lost. Crossing the street, a man was lying in the gutter. I stopped. Thinking I should help him. He rolled over and said, ”WATCHA WATCHING BITCH. YOU LOOKING AT ME.”
Hours ago, kissing Chad and now seeing drug/alcohol use up close? He swang his bottle at me. I hurried down the sidewalk. I knew it was way past 1 am, and even if I found the truck, the gate would be closed.