My sister and her family visited us during the December holidays and needless to say we had a lot of fun. Our schedule was jam packed with visits to all the touristy spots. One of those was a visit to the local theme park.
The day passed in a whirl of stomach-roiling rides, long, patient waits in various queues and, ticks on a crumpled map. The kids proved to be never-ending fountains of energy, and we tried to cope with their enthusiasm. Finally, at around 6.30 p.m, we were done with everything on the now, tattered map. The kids pronounced themselves satisfied, and it was time to head home.
The men and children drove away in the family car, while the two mummies, my sister and I, decided to cab it home. Bad decision! The taxi stand was in the basement of the theme park. When we reached the stand, the queue had about 100 people at least, and showed no signs of reducing any time soon.
One of the ushers asked us to continue walking in the parking lot, and head towards a hotel that also had its taxi stand in the basement, from where chances of getting a cab were higher. We thought this was a sensible thing to do, and started walking away from the crowd and into a labyrinth of cars – greens, reds, greys and blacks. Cars that watched us silently, as we plodded across the huge parking lot. Our feet hurt, and it was suffocatingly warm. We walked on and on, and at every turn, the arrow showing directions, only pointed further ahead.
Many more silent cars watched our progress. As we walked on, we also decided to call for a cab, just to ensure that we would not have to stand in line at another taxi stand! Though the signal was weak, I received a text message, giving me the number of the taxi.
Heartened now, we fastened our pace. The taxi driver called to ask where we were. We told him that we were walking towards the hotel’s basement parking. He told us he would wait there for us.
When we finally reached the place, there was nobody there, except a door that said staircase to hotel. We were stumped – to go up or stay where we were. Just then, the taxi driver called us again. Surprisingly, we heard his voice loudly, and then realized that he was walking towards us. We waved in glee and he waved back. We had met! Hurray!
But our joy was short lived. He came to us and said, “I can’t find my taxi.”
“Whaaaat?”, we asked.
He told us that he had parked it in the allocated place and come to look for us, and now he was unable to find it.
Sigh! The three of us plodded across the parking lot, looking for his taxi, up and down, left and right. Blue, grey, green, red and black spectators, silently laughing at us, as we searched on and on.
We decided to go up one level and check. It was only then that the taxi driver realized that on his quest to find us, he had actually walked one level below.
And there it was! The coolest taxi in the world. The taxi that finally took the mummies home.