My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant

—he's a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business first time I met him, he said, "hey! ya gonna make a killin'?" "maybe," I answered. next meeting it was: "hey, Ramrod! what's happening?" "very little," I told him. next time I had my girlfriend with me and he just grinned. next time I was alone. "hey," he asked, "where's the young chick?" "I left her at home...." "Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped you!" and the next time he really leaned into the car: "what's a guy like you doing driving a BMW! I'll bet you inherited your money, you didn't get this car with your brains!" "how'd you guess?" I answered. that was some weeks ago. I haven't seen him lately. feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on to better things.