- The parking garage has 8 levels.
- If all goes according to schedule, I arrive at the garage by 8:05 and park on level 3.
- One day per week, due to oversleeping, inattention, and/or inability to find clean socks, I arrive after 8:10 and before 8:20 and park on either level 3 or 4.
- Occasionally, everything has gone to hell and I arrive at 8:25 and park on level 4 or 5.
- On days when everything goes to hell, I stop for coffee. Because f**k it, I'm already late.
- One day a month I have to go to another office in the morning, so I am lucky to get any f**king spot on any level by the time I arrive at 11. I'm talking to you, a**holes who take up three spots.
- I can never get the hang of Thursdays.
Today is Thursday.
I stopped for coffee.
My son wore dirty socks.
Its been 8 hours since I parked.
Where the f**k is my car?
It's on the incline between levels 4 and 5, the row that isn't really on either level and is also somehow impossible to get back to on foot. Sometimes cars live there for weeks without their owner finding them.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back :)
I always park on the top floor in a similar space. When I don't, I'm wandering for hours. Argh...
ReplyDeleteDitto LL. Welcome back!!
Oh, I know that feeling. At the airport I use, they now print the location of the car on the receipt, which is really big brothery, but hey, I'll gladly surrender my privacy to be able to find my car.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe how much the LSAT actually determines your future in law. It's necessary for getting into a top ranked school, and that's needed for a Biglaw job. There's no market for the bottom of the class.
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