Happy Shoppers

You'd think we were vacationing in Siberia with the way my crew was bundled-up but it was actually still rather pleasant with temperatures close to 50 degrees. Just as the hotel clerk explained it the nearly empty bus took us right to our parking lot and dropped us off just a few yards away from our trusty Renault. More shenanigans ensued when we tried to fit all our bags into the already crowded little car. Even more junk joined the pile at Gail's feet and the wall between Grandma and Cassie grew even higher. Then I attempted to drive out before paying for parking. I had to run into a couple of buildings on the other side of the lot to find out how to pay. It turned-out that the little phone booth-like structure next to our car was the automatic pay machine.