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September 22, 2007

On Becoming Jimmy Stewart

Ok, so I don't have a broken leg. And there's no mysterious murder happening in the apartment complex next door.* But I do have a pair of binoculars and a great view of the parking garage out of my sunroom window. And I'm nosy.

So far, here's what I've noticed:

The midnight parking attendant must be in the initial stages of a relationship because he spent 3 hours last night chatting this girl up on the fourth floor of the garage. She brought him food and gave off lots of "I'm here and I'm a woman" signs (clear even from across the street), but as far as I could tell they mostly just stood near his car and talked. I kept waiting for a shocking make-out scene, but none was forthcoming.

Not so with the teenagers in the late afternoon, who drive up to the empty top floor for alternate make-out and drug-swap festivities. There is even the occasional skateboarding, but this tends to attract attention and so the merriment is generally limited to more covert pleasures.

While I have not witnessed it personally, someone had a grand time doing wheelies on the top floor. I know this because of the tight circles burned into the concrete. Some are around the light poles, others are seemingly at random. Frankly, I'm tempted to go up and see if my tiny car can make smaller circles than those already left.

The day-time parking attendant rides his bike up and down the seven floors like the scene from The Sound of Music when the kids all take their bikes through the dappled afternoon sunshine and sing that brain-numbing "do-a-deer" tune. I wouldn't be surprised at all to know that he's humming show tunes to go with his swaying, swerving path.

And there you have it dear reader. High drama in the parking lot.

* I'm also not going to Washington, or jumping off a bridge at Christmastime to see what life would be like without me.

Posted by madchen on September 22, 2007 11:17 AM

Comments

Those "tight circles burned into the concrete" are doughnuts not "wheelies".

Posted by: MSBB at September 22, 2007 02:55 PM

I stand corrected! I knew that wheelies didn't sound right, but I couldn't think of a better term. Now it all seems so obvious...

Posted by: Ms. Write Again Soon at September 22, 2007 04:07 PM