"Everbody Knows"

When I got home last night, the parking lot behind my apartment building was completely full. This was a first for my relatively short tenure on Spring Street. I had some things to unload, so I drove back up the hill and parked in the "No Parking Zone"/"Fire Lane" directly in front of my door, while I carried in the book-bag, groceries and harmonium that would have probably required two trips.

Several minutes later my car and I returned to the parking lot, to find a single empty space, directly in front of the stairway that leads to the apartment building's back entrance. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt as I pulled into the fresh new space, anticipating the inconvenience that I would most likely be causing for someone in the near future.

I managed to get over it.

This afternoon, when I walked out to my car, I found a(n) - actually rather legibly written - note under my windshield wiper, penned in block letters, sans punctuation, on the back of a Dunkin' Donuts napkin. The author's intentions were clear, though the logic was unsound:

EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS IS MY SPACE I HAVE A BAD LEG

My reply:

Now I know, too. Thanks.

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