Cool Arrow

I’m beginning to warm to my title, “Cool Arrow.” But I wasn’t happy about my ride home from the airport yesterday. My fine Capricorn girl with Red Hair left me her car while she’s out of town. It’s one of those, “pick it up in the remote lot” deals. So much for the good news. My voice mail message from her was, “You’re going to kill me, but I forgot to write the row number, but it’s one of the ones which angles up ….” So I got to spend the better part of an hour wandering amongst the “South 40” of the remote parking lot, trying to find a vehicle. I’ve got this key, now can I just find the right car for it…