Genetics

In typical Gowan fashion, my family is in town for 24 hours during the workweek so that my dad can speak at a conference here in Atlanta. Last night we went to the Braves game on someone else's nickel and had killer seats (no pun intended- a girl in our section got wiped out with a rogue bat). The game was a blast, the weather was perfect and the Braves won. Better than that, they won at 9:35 PM and I was excited to get home at a decent hour. The entire night went perfectly. Too perfectly until it came time to find the car.

Dad: (confidently walking towards parking behind center field) "What kind of rental car are we in?"
Nathan: "A navy blue Cobalt, the most basic car in production."
Me: "Are you guys telling us you don't know where you parked?"
Dad: "I KNOW it was behind center field."
Nathan: "I paid attention to where we parked. We parked next to side-by-side Porta Johns."
All: (scanning parking lot littered with Porta Johns)
Me: "Just when I thought we'd get home early...."
Nathan: "Well at least it's not raining."
Cue driving rain.
Mom: (pulls poncho out of her pocket)

We spent the next 25 minutes trying to find the car only to discover that we'd been in the wrong lot all along. Now you know where I get it from.