I generally drive down the second row of cars and park wherever I can, but sometimes the end space is open.
"Hooray!" I say on these ocassions. "They left my spot open for me."
It's really quite convenient, that spot.
Last week, however, as I was returning to my car on one of those days when it was parked in "my" spot, I looked at the little plaque on the wall. It looked exactly like all the other little plaques, except it didn't say "Faculty/Staff" on it. It said "Director of Studies."
No wonder they always left my spot open.
Good thing I take Trax when I can, eh? I may have been booted by now.