Mr. Snyder's Parking Spot
Sometimes, when no one's looking, I just like to stand in this space. Dance around, even. Occupy the empty patch
of asphalt greatness.
Next door is the spot reserved for Mr. Snyder's father. I don't mess around with that one.
But I feel a little bit stronger, a little bit prouder, a little bit more ready to face the world when I'm standing in this spot. Yesterday, the Maybach was hanging out in this spot, until it left to go to the official "idling and waiting for Mr. Snyder" spot. I like to stand there, too, but there's no sign.
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