Getting off my exit for work yesterday I saw a cyclist. We made eye contact and I smiled as I let him go in front of me. He looked familiar. He looked like a guy that parks next to me in our packing garage. He wasn’t in a suit though so I thought I was mistaken. Plus, who cycles into work? I mean you would have to take a shower when you got in. It was damn hot outside. Even for the early morning.
When I got to the building I parked in my normal spot and walk up two flights of stairs to the main entrance, and what do I hear coming up behind me? A bicycle. He rushes right passed me and says, “beat ya”. I’m like, “How is that even possible?”. He said he had a parking lot advantage with the bike.
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