Unpermitted

Peter didn’t need a parking permit for the congressional garage, but once Archie told him no, it became his life’s mission.

Poor Archie had been burned by every intern he handed a parking pass.

Any parking permits that get lost become a matter of national security.  By signing off on a one, Archie had to answer for any that were lost.

But Peter finally wore Archie down.

The next day we gleefully pulled into that garage, happy never to take public transportation to work again.

The day after, I took the metro in and Peter called in sick.

He didn’t want to be there when Archie had to report another parking pass missing.


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