We went to see Man on a Ledge yesterday. Wow, what a bad movie. P.S. that girl from 40 Year Old Virgin, no one believes you are a cop. Whose ridiculous casting idea was that? Was Amy Poehler busy that day?[singlepic id=205 w=320 h=240 float=right]
Anyway, in the garage at the Century City mall, it’s fully automated now. They used to have ticket booths to get out a few years ago but now you have to pay inside and put the validated ticket into a machine at the exit. Yet, for some reason, there is still a guy who helps you put your ticket into the automatic machine. Again, there’s no booth–he just stands there on the concrete barrier between the exit and entrance lanes. He literally takes your ticket and completes the six inch journey from your car window to the machine.
So I said, “I don’t mean to diminish you or say something negative about your job, and it’s great that the mall can gives a few more jobs in this economy, but why did they automate the exit if they were still going to have someone take your ticket?”
He didn’t seem surprised by this line of questioning. He said, “Yeah, it doesn’t make much sense but as long as they keep paying me.”
I said, “I hear you. It’s like they wanted to go full automatic but they didn’t quite trust people to be able to handle it.”
“You’d be surprised. You know how many times a day someone can’t get out because they need help working the machine?”
At this point another can pulled up behind me. Michelle tapped me on the shoulder to let me know.
I said, “Well, nice talking to you.”
I was about to pull out and then I just blurted out: “Want to come to our Superbowl party?”
He said, “Yeah, sure.”
The car behind me honked. I said, “I’m just going to pull over. I’ll be right back to give you my info.”
I went through the exit gate and pulled over. Michelle looked at me and asked, “What Superbowl party?”
I said, “I don’t know. The idea just came to me. Hang on.”
I went back and we exchanged info. So turns out I decided to throw a Superbowl party next Sunday. Yes, I know, I don’t like sports. I don’t even know who’s in the game. But I thought it would be cool to invite all the people I’ve met in the last year to a party and this seemed like a good excuse. Michelle, God love her, said it was a brilliant idea.