Ambushed, part II

Phil was having a miserable day. He had been chewed out by his boss for web surfing when he should be working, his mom had called and harangued him for almost half an hour about his plans for starting a family, and he had a massive headache. So, when he got to the parking garage and discovered that his car was missing, he wasn't at all surprised. Mad, but not surprised.

He went to the parking attendant's booth. The regular guy was named George, and was pretty friendly with Phil. However, there was a new guy reading a comic book. The Green Lantern. Phil tapped on the window. The guy didn't look up. Phil tapped again. The guy looked up.

"My car was stolen," said Phil.

The guy looked confused. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," said Phil. "I parked on the third level, in section G. It's not there."

The guy looked even more baffled. "Nobody has gone out that didn't have a pass. Do you have your pass?"

"Yes!" shouted Phil. "I'm not an idiot!" The attendant glared at him. "Sorry," Phil mumbled. "I'm just frustrated."

The attendant sighed. "Well, let's go check."

The two went up to the third floor. And there it was, right where Phil remembered leaving it. He scratched his head. "I must've been on the wrong floor. Sorry." The attendant grumbled, and went back to his post.

Phil stood and stared at his car for a minute. Something didn't feel right. Finally, he gave up, and felt for his keys.

His keys were gone. He knew he had them...he had had them out when he was looking for his car the first time. He must've dropped them somewhere between here and the attendant's booth.

The attendant was on to Spider-Man when Phil knocked on the window again. "I didn't drop my keys around here, did I?" The attendant looked furious. Phil was taken aback. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't look in the elevator, maybe I dropped them there."

Phil went to the elevator and took it up to the fourth floor, thinking that maybe he had lost them on whatever floor he thought he had parked on. And, yep, there they were, right next to his car.

Phil shook his head, and had gotten into the driver's seat before he realized that he wasn't on the third floor.

Something clicked in his brain. In desperation, he put the key in the ignition to try and get away, but someone had stuck their head inside his window and screamed, "SURPRISE! YOU'VE BEEN AMBUSHED!"

Confetti fell from the ceiling, and people Phil didn't even know were there laughed and applauded. It was even harder this time to act like a good sport, and Phil had a sinking feeling that things were going to get worse.

NEXT: Phil Hates Being Right