Mental Monday #2
Sep. 19th, 2005 01:59 pmThe guy who works at my parking lot is back again. This makes me inordinately happy. I have no idea what his name is, or anything about him, and his English is spotty at best (he's Somalian), but he'd become a regular part of my day in the last two years. Every morning that I went into school, he'd be there, cheerfully helping people find parking spaces as the lot filled up, and if you were willing to leave him your keys he'd even double park you once the lot was full.
And then near the end of last spring, he was replaced by a parking ticket machine. Drop your coins in and go. And that made me sad.
But now I'm back, and there he is! Wooot! Maybe the parking lot owners realized that what they saved on his salary was lost by the fact that they now had about 20 cars less on the lot every day.
Funny, the people who become part of your world without you knowing anything about them. I remember when I was at Queen's, there were these two very elderly Chinese ladies who lived in or near the ghetto. I knew absolutely nothing about them except that they were about Daniel's height and looked older than the moon and wandered about together wearing these pajama-like blue suits. And then somewhere in the late 90's, they both died in a housefire. And everybody at Queen's was shocked and saddened, even though I doubt anybody who didn't live next door to them ever spoke a word to them.
Well. Must prepare for my second (also, my last) class of the week :)
And then near the end of last spring, he was replaced by a parking ticket machine. Drop your coins in and go. And that made me sad.
But now I'm back, and there he is! Wooot! Maybe the parking lot owners realized that what they saved on his salary was lost by the fact that they now had about 20 cars less on the lot every day.
Funny, the people who become part of your world without you knowing anything about them. I remember when I was at Queen's, there were these two very elderly Chinese ladies who lived in or near the ghetto. I knew absolutely nothing about them except that they were about Daniel's height and looked older than the moon and wandered about together wearing these pajama-like blue suits. And then somewhere in the late 90's, they both died in a housefire. And everybody at Queen's was shocked and saddened, even though I doubt anybody who didn't live next door to them ever spoke a word to them.
Well. Must prepare for my second (also, my last) class of the week :)