I don’t want to forget this ever, so thought I’d write a quick piece on it.
After lunch, I was driving into the parking lot, which is 6 stories of driving a circular staircase. The only difference is, there are no stairs…just circulars. And you multiply that by 2, as each story takes two semi-circles to complete.
On my 4th circle, I spotted a fairly good spot, which I’d have to back into. When I started to arrange my back end, I noticed an even better spot two spaces away. That is two spaces CLOSER to the elevator! So I tried to fix the rear end of my truck to fit, but I was way off.
I pulled back out and looked both ways. Still had no one coming, so I tried again. Boy was I off for a second time! But now I had two cars waiting behind me and one in front of me. I felt defeated and a little embarrassed.
I inched forward to move onto another spot when I heard someone yelling, “You wan me to do dat for ya? Huh? You wan me to do dat for ya?”
I looked up and saw a short fellow, sort of having a Santa shape, with the car of his trunk opened and he was looking at me. I yelled, “I really could do it myself, but everyone’s got me blocked in now.”
Next thing I hear, “OK, move it along! Let’s go!” He’s directing people around me!
I yelled, “That’s very nice of you. Are you from New York?” Usually, I don’t think of the two in one sentence. Sorry. But I don’t run into many New Yorkers who want to HELP me into a spot. Most of the time, they are trying to run me out of one. So I was very confused. Greatful, but confused.
He cleared the way for me, and asked again, “You wan me to do dat for ya?”
I said, “No, really, I can do this. Just watch me!” And I did do it. With one full swoop.
After I got out of my truck, I asked him again, “Thank you so much. Are you from New York?” He did have an accent.
He told me he was not and did not offer his origin, so I figured I wouldn’t ask again. He was carrying his shoe shine box, and a smile on his face. That was enough for me. He was a nice guy. They are not as easy to find around South Florida as one would hope or think. It was my lucky day.