The Parking Lot

Saige wiggled in her seat with excitement, a big smile stretching across her freckled face.

“Oh, Melanie,” she cried, clasping her hands together, “I’m so excited about going to the zoo with you. You know, this is the first time I’ve ever been. Thanks so much for planning it!”

Melanie chuckled as she clicked her seatbelt in. “For me, planning was half the fun! Oh, and don’t forget to save some room- we’re going out for ice cream afterwards.”

“This is going to be so fun!” Saige squealed.

A few minutes later, the car pulled up to the front of the zoo.

Melanie frowned. “Wow, no one is here! And the sky, look at it- it’s so dark!”

“It’s not so dark,” protested Saige. “It’s just–kind of dark.”

Melanie raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but it’s raining.”

“It’s only drizzling!”

Melanie shrugged. The weather was extremely depressing for an outing to the zoo. Slowly pulling into a nearby parking spot, the car came to a stop as the girls hopped out.

By the time they reached the admittance booth, it was pouring. Melanie’s mom, Mrs. Bently turned to the girls and sighed. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t make sense to do this.”

“WHAT?” Melanie gasped, her eyes wide. “W-what are you talking about?”

“Honey, it’s raining.”Mrs. Bently answered. “We can’t be outside when there is thunder and lighting. That’s dangerous.”

“B-but-but Mom, we can go to the penguin exhibit and then after the storm passes we can do everything else!” Melanie argued.

“I just checked the weather on my phone and it is going to rain all day.” Mrs. Bently said.

Melanie threw her arms up in the air.  “Well thanks a lot, Weather Man in the sky! If that’s how it’s gonna be, that’s how it’s gonna be! No trip to the zoo, huh? Ok, then, no trip to the zoo. I give up!” Quickly she added, “Can we try again on Sunday?”

Saige giggled. “Mel, you’re such a pessimist!”

Mrs. Bently smiled. “We can try again on Sunday.”

“And can I bring Autumn?”

“Yes, you can bring Autumn.”

Melanie remarked with sarcasm, “Ok, then, let’s go home and plan something else that will get canceled!”

****

When Sunday arrived, Melanie made sure that the forecast was going to be sunny. Then, she, Saige, and Autumn all buckled up and drove off once again.

“Nothing could possibly go wrong on such a beautiful day!” Saige chirped.

Melanie wasn’t so sure. The place was packed! Nevertheless, they looked around for half an hour in search of a place to park, but soon discovered that every spot was full.

Just as Mrs. Bently was about to turn around and go home, Autumn spotted a car pulling out. Mrs. Bently sped right into it, only to realize what time it was: 6:45. 15 minutes until the zoo closed.

“Well- that’s it! That is it! I give up!” Melanie screeched.

“We can go again another day,” Autumn suggested.

“It wouldn’t be the same!”

“Why not?” Autumn asked.

“Because–because it just wouldn’t.” Melanie stuttered. “The sky– you know, it’s–never mind.”

“Well, this will definitely be a memorable event!” Saige piped up.

“It most certainly will!” fumed Melanie through gritted teeth, taking Saige’s remark as sarcasm.

Saige laughed. “No, no, I don’t mean it that way. I mean, it will be memorable because I will always remember it as the first time I visited the zoo parking lot!”

 

 

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8 thoughts on “The Parking Lot

  1. Judy Lipsky says:

    Just read “Almost trip to the Zoo. Cute story. I miss you Allison. xoxo Grammy

    On Fri, Sep 2, 2016 at 6:24 PM, Everything Awesome & Important wrote:

    > Allison posted: “Saige wiggled in her seat with excitement, a big smile > stretching across her freckled face. “Oh, Melanie,” she cried, clasping her > hands together, “I’m so excited about going to the zoo with you. You know, > this is the first time I’ve ever been. Thanks so” >

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