Bedford Crossing parking permit hand tag and garage door opener. How long have I had the Escape? I haven’t picked up my stuff. I drove to my physical therapy appointment in the blizzard but I couldn’t go get the stuff for the new vehicle.
Instead. Today.
I thought I knew the location of the property office. I had been dreading the errand because there’s lousy parking by that building. But it turns out when I compared the address in my text message to the place I showed up at, the property management office isn’t there anymore. I needed to take a look at the map.
Traveling on University Avenue in mid-morning. There are a lot of people crossing the streets.
Reading the street numbers and driving is more than a little frustrating. Once I identified the building I needed to go to, due to the median, I had to go down to the next street light and turn around. My turnaround on a tiny off street was definitely not elegant. And then once I got to the building, I had a little bit of a “no you go, no you go, no — go on — get out of the fucking way” pedestrian who wouldn’t keep going along the sidewalk so I could pull into this weird tunnel to get to the parking area.
Inside, no one at the reception desk. Luckily someone called out asking if they could help me. I explained what I needed. He looked a little confused at first. Then he looked for something and he found it. There was actually a blue Post-it note with my name, hang tag and opener. I could drive home and start my work day.
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