The business had two reserved parking spots at the front door. Neither for me, of course. In fact, the only empty space, the handicapped one, was halfway down the building. I pulled up semi-illegally in the fire zone. Of the two reserved spaces, one had the company name on it. The other sported a sign reading, "Superman Parking Only. All others will be turned over for justice."
The vehicle inhabiting the place of honor was a honking big black Hummer. As I passed it, carrying my package in, I noticed that the tires were big enough I could probably take a bath in one. Well, my knees would have to cooperate better than they have been lately, because I really couldn't stretch out inside one. But huge.
Must belong to the boss. One doesn't mess with one's boss. But then, he wasn't my boss.
I couldn't resist. As I approached the receptionist, I informed her, "I have an impertinent question for you."
Her smiling inquiry,"What?" was all I needed.
"If he's Superman, why does he need a Hummer?"
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