Sneaky

Last night I went to pick up my friend flying in from Sydney from the airport. We were technically supposed to meet inside the terminal, but when I arrived at the airport, I realised that to do that, I would need to park my car. So, instead of following the signs to the short stay car park, I masqueraded as a rental car!

Of course, none of this would have been possible if Jayden wasn't such a good looking car. (Love you Jayden! *Mwah mwah mwah*)

So, I found an inconspicuous spot labelled 'Hertz', and parked Jayden's tight little arse into it. Suddenly, to my horror, lots of men in yellow safety jackets appeared from nowhere, and I realised I'd have to concoct a story. After enacting a short dramatisation in my vehicle, involving some tears and a story about being here to collect my long lost brother who's in a wheelchair because his legs got mauled by a psychotic baby polar bear, I was ready to go. I wound down my window and prepared myself for the inevitable.

But it didn't happen! I got lots of looks off the fluorescent yellow men, even a nod, but not one of them questioned my being there! Brilliant! Before I knew it, my friend had arrived and we were driving off into the sunset together.

So, I put it to all of you (there must be millions of you...) that next time you're going to the airport, don't pay for your parking - pretend you're a rental car and you'll be fine.