I was reminded today of the day I interviewed for this gig.
I was cutting it close on time, and hadn’t factored in the time it would take to find a parking spot downtown. So I figured, I’m pulling into the first lot I see, forget trying to find the closest lot.
So, I’m driving. Press pants, shirt and tie, light jacket. And I see a lot.
I pull in and it looks like it might be full, but no sign is up.
I pull up to the parking attendant building and roll down my window.
I ask the brotha, somewhat hurried, “Excuse me, is the lot full?”
“Oh, you late for court, huh?”
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