I’ve complained before about commuting to a con instead of staying at the hotel, but this was the first time I actually couldn’t get into the parking deck.

Still, I was able to park a few blocks away, so it wasn’t the end of the world or anything. Mainly, I was just annoyed that I couldn’t run across the street whenever I wanted and have a cooler full of food waiting for me. (Seriously, kids, do that instead of buying con food)

(Historical Notes: This was actually the only time I had this problem.  Clearly, I learned the ropes of con commuting pretty fast.)