( 7:23 AM ) teahouse
Working in the Burbs - Part Deux
So here's one of my stories about my morning commute:
I have a parking space buddy. Or some would say, a stalker!
Every morning when I get off the train and go to my parking spot, there's a guy in a van waiting for my spot. It's always the same guy, and the same van.
He's figured out that I do the reverse commute, and since he does the regular commute, he sees that my car is always parked in a good spot near the front.
So... he waits for me near my car.
Most days, I go to my car and back out, and I see him backing into my spot as I'm leaving the parking garage.
The other day I waved hello to him, to let him know I'm onto him.
I think I should go up to him next time and say, "Hey, where' s my coffee and bagel?"
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