Parking Ticket

At the airport, I parked in the pay parking and after Laura's flight got off, I went to the arrivals doors to pay for my parking.  There was a long line at the machine and I was standing at the back of the line I put down my Tim Hortons coffee and was looking through all my pockets for my parking ticket.  I couldn't find it.  Then I started to retrace my steps around the small airport.  I eventually found my ticket under the luggage check in desk.  Then I saw a lady at a machine at the departures door paying her parking and she was the only person in line.  So when she left I went up to the machine with my ticket but the machine wouldn't accept my ticket.  I tried it a number of times and I kept getting an error message.  Then I pushed a button and the lady's ticket came out of the machine.  By this time the lady was long gone.  So I put her ticket on top of the machine and paid for my parking.  Then I walked out the departures door towards my car.  I then realized that I had forgotten my coffee.  So I had to go back to the arrivals door to get my coffee and there was still a line up.  Finally I got everything together and was able to leave the airport.  I stopped the car outside the parking lot and started texting Laura the whole story of the parking fiasco.  She thought the story was very funny but she didn't hear the whole story until she got to Vancouver because she had to turn off her phone when the plane started to take off.