the long march

My beloved, my parking lot, has betrayed me. Long were the days (and walks) when I paid but a single dollar to park on her beautiful asphalt. Imagine my shock and dismay when I recently pulled in to see her elegant, svelte $1s turned into gaudy, hideous $2s. That's right. Dollar lot is now two-dollar lot. It doesn't have the same ring to it, does it? Egads. My parking costs have doubled overnight. And this after I had converted a number of people to my dollar lot and the long trek in. We were like a club of intrepid explorers.

But a lot loses a lot of its charm when it doubles in price. There are many 2 dollar lots. So, I've moved. It's not the same. Sometimes I look out at dollar lot and think what might have been . . . if she hadn't gone high society on me.