Parking

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.

About Helen

I’m a Southern California living in South Florida. I’ve been here for 10 years as of October 1, 2007. No matter where I live, I’m a dog lover, and my breed is the Dobermann Pinscher of the Working Group. I am also fond of the Australian Shepherd of the Herding Group. My life revolves around my dogs, which is something those family members of mine don’t understand. So I’m an island in that respect, but have built friendships with those who are doggie lovers and respect the canine as much as I do. Some do rescue, some train in, compete in, and judge AKC trials. The common thread is our dogs are family.

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