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Today was an adventure. My dad got home from work and we were off to Anaheim, out the door around 12:45. He had me drive his car and about a mile from the house I told him the car was pulling to the left and there was a funny noise, but there seemed to be no real problem with the car. 25 some odd miles later at the Del Taco in Anaheim right by the stadium, we pull in to get a snack because we're early for my appointment and lo and behold the drivers side front tire is blown out. So I grabbed my snack, used my cell to call AAA and walked over to the stadium to make my 2:45 appointment for seat selection.
After a brisk 20 minute walk, I checked in at 2:15 and sat in the cold cold wind for half an hour reading over the various papers they gave us. After a short speil from a latino yuppy, we were set loose.. and by we I mean about 50-75 people. By let loose, I mean you have to physically claim your seats. Thankfully I had been able to see directly into the part of the stadium I wanted to sit in and had already scouted my choices. A brisk jog and 10 minutes later I was strolling to the check out.
In the meantime, my dad had gotten towed to a (relatively) nearby tire shop from whence he called and left poor instructions on how to meet up with him. He said the shop had told him it would take around 2 hours to get to his car and get it done. This was at 2:51. By 3:05 I was checked out, had obtained the address using the phone number my dad called me from. After asking a security guard for directions, I set off to the tire shop since I had at least an hour before they even started working on the car.
Made it to the shop on foot in about 45 minutes. Looked in the lobby.. no sign of him. Looked around back at the work area.. no sign of the car. Turns out he left about 5 minutes before I got there and failed to call. Lacking anything viable plan, I sat down on the street corner in front of the shop and waited for him to make one of two smart decisions: come back to the shop or find a phone to call me. Finally around 4:30, after standing, sitting, pacing, singing and generally looking like a 5150, he convinced somebody else to call me.. but they wouldn't hand him the phone so we had a mediated conversation. Twenty minutes later I was back in the car.
All in all, what should've been a fun, exciting bonding adventure turned into a joke of a bad 50's sitcom episode.
After a brisk 20 minute walk, I checked in at 2:15 and sat in the cold cold wind for half an hour reading over the various papers they gave us. After a short speil from a latino yuppy, we were set loose.. and by we I mean about 50-75 people. By let loose, I mean you have to physically claim your seats. Thankfully I had been able to see directly into the part of the stadium I wanted to sit in and had already scouted my choices. A brisk jog and 10 minutes later I was strolling to the check out.
In the meantime, my dad had gotten towed to a (relatively) nearby tire shop from whence he called and left poor instructions on how to meet up with him. He said the shop had told him it would take around 2 hours to get to his car and get it done. This was at 2:51. By 3:05 I was checked out, had obtained the address using the phone number my dad called me from. After asking a security guard for directions, I set off to the tire shop since I had at least an hour before they even started working on the car.
Made it to the shop on foot in about 45 minutes. Looked in the lobby.. no sign of him. Looked around back at the work area.. no sign of the car. Turns out he left about 5 minutes before I got there and failed to call. Lacking anything viable plan, I sat down on the street corner in front of the shop and waited for him to make one of two smart decisions: come back to the shop or find a phone to call me. Finally around 4:30, after standing, sitting, pacing, singing and generally looking like a 5150, he convinced somebody else to call me.. but they wouldn't hand him the phone so we had a mediated conversation. Twenty minutes later I was back in the car.
All in all, what should've been a fun, exciting bonding adventure turned into a joke of a bad 50's sitcom episode.