Wednesday, November 19, 2014

carpark fun

Station carpark.  6pm.  Almost dark.  I hide my carkey at the far end of the carpark.

Back the car, I dress in a denim pinafore, dark over the knee socks, pink shirt and pink doc marten boots.  I look like a teenage girl. Except I'm not, obviously.

I get out of the car and wait for the next train to roll into the station.  As soon as it stops I have maybe 2 minutes before the carpark is full of commuters.

I lock the central locking, lifting the divers handle, shut the door, which enables it to close with the door still locked.

I'm standing by my car dressed as a teenage girl.

I have maybe 90 seconds now.

Its a race - can I get across the carpark, get the key and get back in 90 seconds?

Of course, I timed it so that I can't quite make it. The first few fast walking people would be just leaving the station and crossing over the access road to the carpark just as I reached the key.  Better hope they're not parked next to me or I'll be stuck in the middle of the carpark with nowhere to hide.

I scurry back.  People are heading in my direction.  Maybe 200 metres and closing.   I still have the same distance to cover through the cars - I'm hidden, for the most part, but the random element of of which person is heading for which car is such a thrill.

Pot luck.  Busted or safe.

I make it back.  But the car next to mine fires up just as I open the door!  Was there already someone in the car when I started this game? Or did they just get there without me seeing - I was dashing between the cars and it is pretty much dark.

Fuck.

I stand there dumb struck.  They pull out of the space without even looking..

Of course they saw me.
What a rush.

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