The parking garage saga.
December fourth, Christmas madness in the air. Some times the stories find you. The young woman was really upset. So upset that my asking what was wrong only made things worse. She glared at me, then turned her back. I guessed what was wrong.. She must have lost some money in the parking garage machine on the third level of the garage. I knew it was screwed up because it wouldn’t even look at the card that I had just given it.
“Pooh,” said the machine, “Tastes bad, no flavor.”
She got on her cellphone. “No, no one is here yet.” she told someone on the other end of the line.
“I don’t care if they know about the problem!” she said, ” I’m late for my meeting, and I can’t get out of this damned garage. This is the third time I’ve called you and no one is here yet.”