Trapped

We (1/2 of P&P, Rick and myself) had gone to Perpignan to see The Wolf of Wall Street. There's a theatre that shows movies in VO (original version) with French subtitles. Since we are all anglophones, we prefer to watch an English movie in English.

We'd stopped first to pick up some wine produced on a domaine owned by a former colleague of Rick, wasted some time by drinking coffee, then thoroughly enjoyed the psychopath businessman's performance. We left wishing that the real leaders of Wall Street were caught and jailed, walked back to the garage, put the parking ticket in the caisse, paid the 7.40 Euros. One of the two gates went up.

The second did not.

Maybe another exit?

Nope, the card had been cancelled.

This is a garage that late at night is unattended. However it was not yet 21:00H

Rick had the idea of trying to get another ticket. We drove around to another entrance and pushed the button to get a new ticket.

He obviously Rick did not have the look of a car or weight of a car and the ticket remained in the machine. He tried fiddling with the gate.

"Pourrais-je vous aidez" A voice came from what seemed like no where.

Rick used franglais to explain what happened. He doesn't mind talking to voices from nowhere.

"J'arrive." Rick didn't understand, but I translated. (This will count as his daily French lesson)

The young attendant came sauntering over, asked which exit we wanted to leave by. We drove over to the exit and the man fiddled with something as the gates opened. Starting up the ramp, we heard him get another emergency call, but we were free.

Glory! Glory! No sleeping in the garage overnight or taking a room at the hotel Windsor above us.

Note: I've discovered when Rick and I run into glitches, we deal with them, find a solution then have a giggle. However, not having glitches, would be okay.