Adieu, Maternity Leave. As of yesterday, I am back at work. I have a new, larger office with nice furniture and, because one of the senior therapists here just retired unexpectedly for health reasons, for the entire month of January I have a Reserved Parking Space (RSP), which I am capitalizing so you will understand what a Big Deal it is.
The only problem with the RSP is that no one seems to know which space it actually is.
Our organization has four reserved parking spaces on the first floor of the parking structure, and they all are labeled with the name of the organization only – not with the name of the person who is to park there. Since I don’t want to cause any ill will by parking in someone else’s space, this is a bit of a dilemma. So today, I went to the parking attendant supervisor guy (PASG) and explained the situation and asked if he could tell me which space it is. “I’m parked in 138, but I don’t know if that’s her space,” I said.
The PASG, whose first language is definitely not English, said, “Black woman?”
“Yes,” I said. Vice President with advanced degrees, but he doesn’t know that.
“Black woman here no more?” he said.
“That’s right, she’s retired,” I said.
“Oh, black woman here no more,” he mused. Then he gestured and said, “Come on.”
We went down the ramp to look at the spaces, which he identified as “Nissan Xterra, BMW, and Mercedes.”
Since Dr. Black Woman Here No More drives a Mercedes, we determined I was in the wrong spot. However, Nissan Xterra, also known as White Guy On Vacation, is a suitable spot for the moment and I don’t have to move my car.