I spent my entire weekend chained to the computer working on a new story. It has a hunting scene and this is the hunting camp I was visualizing. It's at the trailhead to Salmon Summit in the Six Rivers National Forest.
I drive to the office once or twice a week and the Tribe validates my parking. Today there was a new kid and he asked me for .95¢. No, I said. The validation covers it.
No, he said. It only covers two hours, ten dollars.
I think you're wrong, I said. I should mention that he was a painfully charming ESL person.
No, he insisted. I'm not wrong.
I gave him a dollar because someone was waiting and it seemed petty to dither about $1. But give me the receipt, I said. I'm going to call over in the morning.
They gave you two hour validation, he said again.
They, my ass, I was the one with the validation stamp. I validated for four hours. That's what I told him.
Oh, he said. It was too late. He'd already rung me up and taken my dollar.
You were right, he said as I drove away.
The three magic words that made my day.
posted by Pamela at 8:28 PM
Monday, June 08, 2009
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I like that those are the magic words. That could be a fun story, one about a magical person (Indian?) whose magic words are other phrases than they are supposed to be. :)
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