This is weird and kind of … terrifying?

So, I just finished my glorious lost weekend with my BFF, during which we ate, went to movies, ate, watched our favorite shows together, ate, ate, and also ate. It makes me crazy that we only get to see each other twice a year. Something must be done about this, though probably not until the children are in college. Le Sigh.

But that’s not weird or terrifying. However, this is–

I’m an expert at immediately losing things. My keys. The soda I was drinking. My shoes. A serving fork. Doesn’t matter- I can pick it up one minute, and lose it the next. So I wasn’t particularly surprised when I lost the parking garage ticket when I dropped my boo at the airport. I was fantastically ANNOYED with myself, because according to the signs, lost ticket = eighteen dollars. *face palm*

I searched and searched and searched my purse for the thing, tore all through the car, never found it. So I drove down to the cashier, expecting to pay my stupid 18 bucks and be on my way. Instead, the cashier wants my driver’s license. Then she copies down my license plate information. She wants a contact phone number. And I’m like… wtf?! I’m leaving the airport. What POSSIBLE danger could I be at this point?

Then she asks me, “When did you enter the garage?”

And I’m like, “I dunno, a half hour ago? I drove in, parked, dropped off my bestie, and came back.”

So I’m thinking at this point, she’s going to be nice and just charge me for a half an hour. But then she says, “Oh, more like 15 minutes ago.”

MY FRIENDS! She pulled up video of my car PULLING into the parking garage. She compared my license plate on the video, to the info she wrote down, and then- very nice of her, I have to say- she let me leave without paying anything at all. And while I’m very glad I didn’t have to pay 18 dollars to get out of the parking garage, I’m still weirded out that we’re being watched that closely in public spaces.

And as an epilogue, guess what I found in my coat pocket this morning?

*facepalm*