Bloglander

To whomever placed a note on my truck while it was parked out of the
Inlander Building. At first I was concerned. Walking up to my car, the
little yellow piece of paper tucked beneath my wiper blade looking like a
glaring ticket, a punctuation mark in an otherwise trying day. I had had
car troubles in the morning, electrical problems that kept my windows stuck
down, and while I don't keep anything of value in my truck, I have had it
stolen before and wanted to take no chances. I parked in what I thought was
a free parking zone, but, as the note detailed, it is a limited loading
zone. Still, the kind-hearted soul who left the note also said that they
had talked me out of a ticket. Thank you so much for not making a bad a
little brighter. I went into the building to ask if anyone knew who had
left the note so I could buy them a coffee or lunch, but no one knew. Thank
you again. I will pay back your kind deed with kind deeds to others. Cheers!