Airport parking

Friday afternoon I had to pick up my Aunt Sherry at the airport. I arrived early and went through the hourly parking line to get my parking ticket. I grabbed the ticket from the ticket dispenser, and placed it in the dashboard gauges area as I always do every time I get a ticket for a parking garage. This works great in my car, but not so much in Dennis' truck. As soon as I released the ticket I watched it disappear. CRAP! (not my exact words) I tried to pull the plastic dashboard out enough to get my fingers in there and feel around for the ticket. No luck! I couldn't feel the ticket, and was afraid to pull too much on the dash in fear of breaking it! Now what? I explained to one of the guards at the door what happened and asked what my options were. He was a very nice gentleman, and after showing me the flight board to check on the planes arrival time, and pointing out the area where my aunt would be arriving from, he suggested I check at the information desk. The ladies at the information desk put me in touch with the parking department, and I explained what happened. Since I didn't have my ticket I was informed I would be charged a lost ticket fee of $17. The normal parking charge is a dollar an hour, and I was wasn't even going to be there an hour. I was not a happy camper. I had about 5 minutes before the flight arrived, so I went back out to the truck to try again. I felt up under the steering wheel area, but there was no way I would be able to reach up very far. I pulled again on the plastic dashboard and was able to get a few fingers in there and feel around, the whole time hoping the dash wasn't going to break, or squish my fingers if I lost my grip. I finally felt the ticket, pulled the dash out a little more to get a grip on it, and pulled it out. Whew, what a relief! My fingers were a bit sore, and I did have an indent mark for about a half hour from pulling on the dash, but hey, parking only cost a dollar!!!