Just outside London, many years ago, it was decided by the powers that be, to tear down an old museum and zoological garden, and redo the entire complex. Two big backers feuded over every tiny aspect of the project. Finally, it was completed. The little drop bar came up at the parking lot guard shack, and the building opened. There was one thing that everyone loved about the place. The friendly, always smiling attendant who handled the parking lot. Always courteous, he even had a donation jar to help out others who didn’t have the dollar fee for a car, five bucks for a bus. Fifty cents for a bicycle. Also, boy, was he reliable. He NEVER missed a day. Only took off Tuesdays when it was closed, or, the occasional holiday if shut down. For twenty years, you could depend on him. One morning, traffic is stacking up. No one is at the drop bar to take the parking fees. Turned out, smiley had built that shack…Each of the other backers, thought the parking booth and drop bar had been installed by the other. This fellow had poured a small slab, framed up the little toll booth, drop bar and prices, then, opened along with the new museum. NO ONE QUESTIONED IT. For twenty years, the smiling man took home two to seven thousand dollars (or pounds, I guess) CASH! One day he felt he had made enough, adios parking gig. Over twenty years! Let’s see, for one month, around a HUNDRED GRAND A MONTH? At five grand a day average over a 25 day month, I think so. How much a year? TWENTY years? WOW!…
