The Parking Lady

July 11, 2007

Now that I am working downtown I park in an underground ramp. My employer is nice enough to offset the cost of this (roughly $60 a month) so all I have to do is slow down at the gate while my token is scanned by the overhead reader and enter (or exit) the garage.

The entrance I use off of Washington Street has a booth that is manned for those visitors who don’t have monthly parking passes. In the mornings it is manned by a very cheerful woman who, if you smile and wave to her, will smile and wave to you in a manner that suggests she is delighted to see you. It puts a smile on my face every day.

We need a word for those strangers in our lives that we see on a regular basis, that we have some interaction with, but whom we don’t really know or maybe even speak to.

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Mark H. Nichols

I am a husband, cellist, code prole, nerd, technologist, and all around good guy living and working in fly-over country. You should follow me on Twitter.