Yesterday, I went to an event in a building downtown, which is probably the last frontier I have to conquer in the Houston landscape. Let's just say that basically the part of town where I live/work runs North to South except for this ridiculous downtown part which for some reason runs on a diagonal:
See?
So, not surprisingly I park in the wrong parking garage, and the nice desk clerk tells me how to get to the right building, because even if I can kinda sorta MAYBE get myself around downtown by car, once on foot it's a totally different story. It's so VERTICAL.
On my way back, I pass the same desk clerk and I'm like "I found it!" and he's smiling at me and we're sharing this great moment. And I ask him if the parking garage takes a credit card, which they do not, and he directs me to the nearest ATM, and as I'm pulling out my debit card thanking my lucky stars that I *have* a debit card (since some hipsters stole mine and I just got the replacement this morning) he motions for me to come back to the desk and gives me a parking validation sticker.
"Let's just say you were here to visit management."
Yes! Let's!
And I just thought it was a nice culmination of things happening at the right time for the right reason: that I was invited, that I made it on time, that I thought to ask, that I had the means, and that I made it out, still smiling.
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