My guy friend says laughingly as we are walking to work this morning.
We were discussing the parking situation at our suburban train station. Currently the wait time for a coveted parking pass that allows you to just pull into a reserved spot every day is about 5 years – give or take a couple of months.
So those of us that happen to own one are looked upon with awe by the have-to-get-to-the-train-station-at-the-crack-of-dawn-and-purchase-a-daily-slip-from-the-dumb-machine-and-hope-there-is-still-a-spot-to-park people.
It is in fact THE golden ticket.
So when rumors started about a golden-ticket-holding member of our posse possibly working from the 'burbs – the jockeying began.
The City’s official rule is when you don’t need your parking pass any more – you are to turn it at City Hall.
Our unofficial rule is that you “loan” it to a friend.
My feeling is what happens if the newly city-to-suburban worker ends up hating the 'burbs and wants to work downtown again – should they have to wait 5+ years for another parking pass – when they already waited their turn in line?
By loaning it to a friend – you can always call it back in.
So today’s title snippet was in response to just whom should the mutual friend loan his parking pass to – his good guy friend or a hottie female friend?
I already know the answer to this one, Jack.