Roses and Craziness

Today Eric had a colonoscopy, which went well. Not so much for his driver: me. 
They don't let you stay inside with the patient, it was cloudy and cool outside, so I parked on top of the parking garage to have good light for all I was going to get done while waiting the 2 to 3 hours. You know, finish knitting that hat, or do some sketching while listening to a book. But the sun came out, I fell asleep, and the car heated up. So I moved it down a couple of floors, inside the garage, near the exit. Then, parked, I turned on the AC for awhile to cool off the car; then turned it off and waited. Finally, they called to say Eric was out of recovery and I was to drive to the pickup place - only the car wouldn't start.
That started a hilarious chain of actions that would've looked good in a sit-com. Jumping out of the car as I was searching my phone for a number, running around to the passenger door, since I couldn't reach the glove box for the registration with the insurance policy number, and grabbed my pack to search for paper and pencil, since I knew the chances of getting something wrong were pretty high and I'd have to jot down some numbers. Realizing getting help from my insurer wasn't going to happen right away without going online to do it, and still hadn't texted the nurse, but what difference did that make anyway, I quick looked up Speed's Towing (the best name ever), and talked to them as I ran over to the pickup place. There they were,  the nurse, and Eric in a wheelchair, looking around for the car. Then I did that fun thing of explaining things to two people while talking to a third on the phone. 
Eric was patient, but cold. I was hot and running again: That garage has about six entrances; I headed for the most obvious one calling Speed's again to explain I'd wait there to help them find the car. Ran back to wait in the lobby where it was cool, but Eric was still cold so helped him walk slowly to an outside bench in the sun, and on it went. 
The driver was great, of course, they always are, and I jumped into the truck to show him the way. The truck had about two inches of clearance, and it did all work out just fine, but as we came to each of the many concrete supports holding up the upper floors, I told him about my other parking garage fiasco, that time I drove a van down a curved entrance to an underground parking garage, but the concrete ceiling was not high enough, so I had to back up that curved driveway with no visibility on either side and a solid row of cars behind me that all had to back up in order to allow me to back out of there. That time would've worked well in a sit-com, too, because as soon as I finished explaining the problem to all those drivers, I ran back to the van and the driveway filled up with cars again.