This story reflects what usually happens when I ask for a hand. People are good. Just gotta give them a chance. That said, still exercise common sense. I would not be asking around for help in a tough neighborhood at 3AM. At least not unless I had to. Contrary to popular culture, we're not islands of independence. We are all interdependent on each other on this trip. Consider this and have a good weekend!
Yup, I was screwed. That's how I felt when I rounded the curve to the looming parking deck and saw the ticket machine that I could not reach. I was screwed, cars behind me. I pulled a little past the infernal machine reaching out feebly realizing it was not even close. If I get out of my car to get the damn ticket, the gate will close again before I can get my ass (and car) in gear. Hope!! There's a dude walking by! "Hey, sir! Can ya give me a hand?" He looks at me a little odd and starts in my direction, and turns away... The woman behind me got out and took the ticket for me "Here ya go." "Thanks!" That's why the dude left, he saw her coming to help me out. So after going up to level three, I find a handicapped spot near the parking deck elevator. It's 25 degrees outside (-3 degrees for my international friends). Not a good day for a long walk. I park and reach for my handicapped placard. It picked this time to go explore the floorboard behind the passenger seat. "Awwww, shit...." I get out and open the back door on the passenger side. Nope. Can't reach it. No other parking anywhere close by. Well, perhaps I can find a spot on level five and at least walk in the bright frigid sunshine. This sucks too. Hope again! I ask a woman walking by for a hand. Fortunately, she does not think I'm an ax murderer, and comes right over. I show her my problem. She grabs the placard, and places it on the dash. "Thanks!" I'm 2-0 today!We then take the elevator down together enjoying a casual morning chat. She shows me the location I'm looking for and we part ways wishing each other a good day. It was cool.
This was yesterday.
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