car pulls up to the booth-
me: Hi, how're you doing today?
lady: I think you should know how terribly designed this parking garage is!
me: Ma'am I'm absolutely flattered that you would pin me as having the credentials necessary to design such a structure.
lady: I mean do they really expect people to park here?!
me: Certainly not miss, the "garage" was contructed by the psych department to conduct human-scale labyrinth experiments.
lady: What's tuition cost these days? you pump in over $30k a year per head and they can't manage even the seemingly rudimentary task of providing adequate parking. They have to erect some half-brained, ill conceived monstrostity.
me: You know, just picture the ol' mouse sniffing out a piece of cheese through the maze, getup. Only they used people and such. The 60's were a wild time for the world of academia. They had to shut it down though, something about embittered women coming by and whining about not being able to find their way through.
lady: and I should have you know I was almost late for a meeting.
me: Makes you wonder though. Even with the plain, in sight, directional signs posted and hanging from the ceiling, you'd think they were making the maze too easy.
lady: Gah! and now I'm expected to pay a dollar per hour. what a rip off.
me: Today it stands more as an school commemorated historical landmark. A few years back some joker even labled it "Parking Garage". I guess that's some ironical humor. All in good fun though.
lady: So it's 6:30 now, I got in here at 2:30 so it should be four dollars.
me: What was that? Oh yes, right. Well, actually make that five dollars, it's now 2:31 which means you're now on to your fifth hour. Nice chatting it up though. People are so reserved these days, you can't make quaint conversation.
five minutes and a woman scorned earful later...
me: have a nice day!
car drives off-
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