It’s a Trap!

Tis’ the season of scary interactions, scary weather and scary amounts of candy…

I’ve never understood how people can enjoy horror films, haunted houses or anything scary. Reading Goosebumps as a child gave me more than just goosebumps. 

The only ghost I want to see is the one on SnapChat. 

However, true crime is all the buzz these days. Whether it is a documentary, podcast, tv show or the News.  

While I’m over here plugged into the W Network watching an autumn-themed movie titled Fall into Love. There’s truly nothing more frightening than love.

Although, in high school a few of us girls did play around with a Ouija Board. I could write a whole blog series on those experiences, but let’s just say we all ended up huddled together, yelling for my Mom to come downstairs.

That board hasn’t seen the light of day since and not long ago, I didn’t think I would see the light of day again either…

In Full Feet Ahead, I couldn’t get out fast enough. Today, I couldn’t get in or out.

I’m not exactly sure why, but I find myself avoiding parkades whenever possible. They are a quick parking solution but they’re also where bad things happen in the movies. 

However, parking garages help avoid parking tickets (sometimes), having to look for a spot and long walks on the sidewalk.

The only parking garage that I use on a daily basis is the one at work. Paying the monthly fee is worth it. Especially when the Tim Horton’s drive thru is lagging.

One humid morning (irrelevant, but descriptive), I entered the parkade turning down my singing voice and turning up my professional voice.

When I walked up to the door to swipe my access card, I realized my card was not hanging from my lanyard. Shockingly enough, I had been more focused on if my phone was in my hand rather than if my swipe card was. 

So, I returned to my car to look for the card. I searched on the seats, floor and in various bags (my car isn’t the cleanest so I had to do a thorough look), but it was no where to be found. 

I returned to the entrance and rang for someone to let me out of the garage-style door to see if it had fallen off when I drove into the parkade. Unfortunately, it was before the receptionist’s shift started, so no one answered my call (okay fine, three calls).

I walked back to my car to look again since sometimes my searching skills are as good as a man’s.

After another failed attempt, I realized I was not only unsuccessful, but also stuck. This was not an escape room I had signed up to play. 

Unfortunately, this was not my first time stuck in this parkade. The previous instance was a nightmare way before Christmas.  This time it was a nightmare not that far before my shift started.

Thankfully, my co-recreation therapist (she recently asked to be referred to as my friend instead, so let’s start again). Thankfully, my friend who is a pain in the nose, would be arriving soon so she could help me look or at the very least grant me access. 

Because a day without a swipe card in a long term care facility is like a day without caffeine – slow moving, unproductive and irritating.

I went and sat in my vehicle to wait for her. I wish I could say I was calm, but I was a bit jittery and it wasn’t because I hadn’t yet ate breakfast.

While sitting there, I spotted a sliver of white by the passenger seat. I reached my hand down to find a couple pens, unidentifiable remains of food and my swipe card wedged between the seat and the middle console.

It appears the only thing I should be scared of is how easily I misplace my valuables.