I’m exhausted, we have a blizzard forecast and I stupidly went out to a yoga class tonight in the snow. You get a really short one from me today!
Every week when I go to work (because I’m only in the office one day a week, after all!), I park in nearly the same spot. I suppose we all have our spots where we park. We have the same marker we use to remember, we walk past the same cars day after day, and we start to notice things that stand out.
Like one of the senior executives at my company. His car is parked just a few cars away from mine every morning. It’s easy to tell whose car it is because he has a … quite distinctive license plate.
Every morning, I walk past this red Cadillac with the distinctive license plate. Most mornings, I think nothing of it beyond noticing that it’s there.
Then there are the days when it’s snowed.
On those days, it’s even easier to pick out than normal. It’s the only car in the vicinity that is covered in snow.
Two things about that strike me as odd.
First, he’s an executive. He makes wayyyyyyy more money than I do. He’s also way older than I am, which means that he’s been making way more money than me for way longer. So I just don’t get it. Why does the man not have a garage to park his car in?
Second, the car is literally covered in snow. You can see just a little of the rear windshield and sometimes some of the side windows. The trunk is piled high with snow. The roof seems like it could cave in for all the thick white stuff piled atop it. Even that distinctive license plate isn’t visible. How does he manage to drive all the way to work without the snow falling off his car? And (personal pet peeve) why doesn’t he just quickly scrape the snow off?
Today, his car was piled high with snow. Because, you know, it snowed on Saturday. Two days ago. I’m still wrapping my mind around this one.