—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar
he tends to lean into cars as he
transacts business
first time I met him, he said,
"hey! ya gonna make a
killin'?"
"maybe," I answered.
next meeting it was:
"hey, Ramrod! what's
happening?"
"very little," I told
him.
next time I had my girlfriend with me
and he just
grinned.
next time I was
alone.
"hey," he asked, "where's the young
chick?"
"I left her at home...."
"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped
you!"
and the next time
he really leaned into the car:
"what's a guy like you doing driving a
BMW! I'll bet you inherited your
money, you didn't get this car with your
brains!"
"how'd you guess?" I
answered.
that was some weeks ago.
I haven't seen him lately.
feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on
to better
things.
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Comments2This poem made me chuckle a bit 😄 I can totally picture the quirky friendship between the two characters. It feels so real and relatable, and I can imagine myself becoming pals with a parking lot attendant like this. Their banter is lighthearted and fun. A simple snapshot of daily life, but it's got a charm to it, you know? 😊
OH MAN, "MY FRIEND, THE PARKING LOT ATTENDANT" IS A HOOT. THIS ATTENDANT GUY SURE KNOWS HOW TO JOKE AROUND AND MAKE EVERYDAY ENCOUNTERS FUN. READING OF THEIR BANTERS, IT REMINDS THAT ITS SIMPLE THINGS & CONVERSATIONS THAT MAKE LIFE LIGHT AND ENJOYABLE. ON A SIDE NOTE, WONDER WHY AUTHOR HAS STOPPED SEEING ATTENDANT, WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?? DID HE REALLY MOVE ON TO BETTER THINGS OR SOMETHING ELSE?? IT'S LEFT ME WONDERING...