So I went back to the hospital...

Ok so I went to Brookwood Hospital last week.


(oh no here he goes again)

No its not like that I promise.  My friend had a baby and we went to visit

(see, its coming)

We parked in the parking deck and got everyone out (noah, beth and hannah included).  We all walked across the bridge to the hospital.

(brace yourself)

And everything was fine.  See I told you it wasn't going to be like that.  We had a nice visit, got to see cute little Levi.  Melinda decided that she wanted another one.  I decided she was nuts.  We said our goodbyes and headed back to the car. 

At Brookwoods Women and Childrens center you have to pay your ticket in the hospital at the automated machine.  So I put the ticket in the machine, forked over three bucks for a 30 minute visit and we headed back up the elevators.

We got the herd loaded up in the car and attempted to find our way out of the parking deck.  Brookwood has the most confusing parking deck that I have ever seen.  You drive up to go down, left to go right and farther into the deck to leave.  I'm not sure what genius designed it but whoever it was they paid him too much.

When we finally made it to the gate there was a car already in front of us.  If you arent observant enough to take your ticket into the hospital with you then you have to do the whole ticket pay thing at the gate.  Apparently the guy in front of us was one of those people.  He was in the process of putting his ticket into the flashing blue slot as we pulled up.  It took him a few tries but he got it to go in finally and the automated machine told him that he owed brookwood hospital $3 for the privilege of parking his car for 30 - 45 minutes.  Apparently this was a bit more than the hapless fellow had in his cup holder because he began frantically looking around his car for change.  You could tell he wasnt really getting anywhere because the searching got more frantic and the passenger seat and glove box were next on the treasure hunt. Im not sure what he found there but it wasnt a fistful of washingtons because he had to look in the back seat next.  I guess thats where he hid his stash because he started feeding the machine money.  Im not sure if he just wasnt that good at counting or if he had to call the bank for a loan because he had to go back to the back seat again and get some more cash He then proceeded to feed another round of quarters into the machine.  The whole ordeal of paying his parking had taken nearly 10 minutes.  We enjoyed watching the show.  Especially considering that the gate had been up the whole time.  Every freaking second tat he spent rummaging around his car for wadded up dollars and quarters stuffed between the seats.  We drove out without even stopping and laughed nearly all the way home.  I was so amused that it didn't even occur to me that we paid our ticket unnecessarily until I was almost all the way to the house.