"My Friend The Parking Lot Attendant" By Charles Bukowski - read by Paul O'Mahony

My friend the parking lot attendant —he's a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar

he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business

first time I met him, he said, "hey! ya gonna make a killin'?"

"maybe," I answered.

next meeting it was: "hey, Ramrod! what's happening?"

"very little," I told him.

next time I had my girlfriend with me and he just grinned.

next time I was alone.

"hey," he asked, "where's the young chick?"

"I left her at home...."

"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped you!"

and the next time he really leaned into the car:

"what's a guy like you doing driving a BMW! I'll bet you inherited your money, you didn't get this car with your brains!"

"how'd you guess?" I answered.

that was some weeks ago. I haven't seen him lately. feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on to better things.

Charles Bukowski