Jackie Danicki

The world needs more people like this:

When I finally got to the front, the woman taking tickets tells me I now owe two dollars. I frantically search my bag and luckily, luckily, find the cash.

“It’s kind of nuts up there on the second floor,” I say to her.

“Yeah, that’s what the lady in front of you just told me,” she says. She shakes her head, putting my money into her drawer. She doesn’t hit the button to open the gate. Instead, she glances up toward the line of angry cars, listening to the honking.

Then she turns back to me. “It’s like, I guess I could hire someone to stand up there and direct you guys in and out of the building. But the way I figure it? Y’all grown.”

I start laughing.

“See, you get it. Make them wait for a second. I’m not done. I mean it. Y’all all grown. Supposed to be grown-ups, big people, parking your own cars. You all grown enough to drive those fancy things in here, you should be grown enough to drive them away.”

“That’s very true,” I say.

“I mean it. Y’all’re grown. For real.”

I love her.

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