Being dumped is the worst.

I have a lot of friends (I mean a lot and everywhere I go); I did have one work husband, until recently.  Anyway, I have friends in my parking garage, friends in the elevator, the doorman, all the people that I pass to and fro my office.  I have figured out where most of them work-sometimes I stop by and just wait in the lobby by the elevators to see if they are around.  Seriously, everywhere.  Many of them have actually never acknowledged that we are friends and I do not know any of their names (if I did we would be friends on facebook and then I would try to find out where they live).  I think that a lot of them may be mute because they never respond verbally to my cheery "Hello" and I do not want to walk up and say "Hi!  I'm Hazel!"; it could be very awkward and embarrassing for them.

Back to being dumped-it was my first ever parking garage friend.  The first day in my new garage I was assigned to the 3rd floor.  It is festival parking which is good for me, because I am very social.  Almost immediately I had set my eyes on a friend.  We drove the same car; I knew that I wanted to park by him, but it would take some work.  I tried to park by him everyday the first week, without success.  The problem is that a mini-van with a mobile library ( including but not limited to those stupid stickers where there is one of each member of the family and their pets) parked there everyday.  I have a mobile library, too, of sorts, but one is a quote from Reagan and the other says "Reagan for President", I love to see the faces of people enjoying them in traffic.  The 3rd is a sticker, "M 22" and only other sticker carrying-card members know what that is.  So, it only took me 4 days to figure out what time I needed to arrive so that I could truly bond with my friend.

My friend and I left the garage at the same time everyday.  I would smile at him and I found out exactly where he worked-I followed him.  I would wave at him anytime we passed one another on the street.  I ran into him at Roly Poly one day-he loves Roly Poly.

One morning I saw the he moved 6 spots away; but I could tell that he picked a place where we could remain close; after all, people move from house to house.  The next morning he moved us again-strange, but we are friends so I moved.  This happened the next 3 days in a row.  He dumped me without a word or a note.

I stopped waving and saying hello.  I moved to the 2nd floor the next day.  My spot kicks ass and he has to drive by my car everyday.  I take joy that he can see that I have moved on to a bigger and better parking spot.

Please let me know if anyone needs a parking friend-I am so available.

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