It’s either way too early in the day, or the night wasn’t any near long enough. Three of us from the New York office had flown into London last night and expected to meet with our best customers in London early. Jet-lag had my body feeling like I had 5 more hours to sleep.
Where is our rental car, or should I say hire car, we were looking all over the parking lot – whoops, the car park. “Darn this new language!” ran through my mind. We’d left the car’s leasing papers in it, so we didn’t have a copy of the license-number – whoops, Number Plate.
We intended to stay together, but one of our party wandered off, but we kept looking, more like guessing and trying our keys in cars at random, those that looked a likely. Then we heard John calling from near the hotel, “I think I found it! In the lot on the other side of the building.”
Sure enough, our keys worked, and the sales literature we left in it the night before were there. It was our car, we’d make it to our appointment on time, If I remember to drive on the left side and not have an accident.
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One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge for January 22, 2017