I missed the sandwich van on its daily trip to our offices. This is not good. If I am to avoid starvation this means a quick trip into town, so that’s what I did. My plan was to park in the multistory car park, pop to the sandwich shop, and get back to the office for my 2 O’Clock meeting. Easy.

It takes no more than 10 minutes to get to the car park, I get my ticket at the barrier and proceed into the honeycombed layers of stacked vehicles.

Now, can someone explain to me why there are people who don’t realise there is more than one level? Surely the clue is in the name? I followed one such driver into the car park at lunchtime today. On level G we dawdle round, overtaken at one point by a young mother pushing a pram. Everyone knows the ground level is filled with office workers who are there for the day. You are not going to spot an unused space. Everyone knows you are as likely to see Osama Bin Laden in your local McDonalds as someone returning to their car on the ground level.

At level 1 they slow down again, well below walking pace now. Until the car stops. I can now see her looking all around the current floor. She looks left, then right, very slowly and ever so methodically much like that long necked giant lizard in ‘Walking with Dinosaurs’. Then she looks behind. At me. And what do I do? I smile. Just because she’s pretty. (more…)

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