parking spots

D [who took me to see the Nutcracker] works with my #2 brother in a building about a block from the theater-so when we parked in the building's secured parking, I asked to see my brother's parking place. I was shocked to find out he doesn't have one! Someone as important as my brother, and no reserved parking spot...shocker. I told D that she might be able to convince ME that my brother didn't have his own space, but no one could ever convince my mother of that. As far as she is concerned, all of her kids run the places they work at, or they should. Sure enough, I told Mother that brother doesn't have his name on a parking spot-and she ignored me. She started some trouble by telling brother #1 all about the alleged parking spot, so he went out and got his own personalized space. We are all relieved that he was not caught...I guess the black sweats and face mask were good enough cover. Not sure what color spray paint he used...but I'm certain he used his best handwriting.
When brother #3 heard about #1's parking spot, he had his own story to tell. He was so shocked and surprised when his boss offered him a reserved parking space, he turned it down. He's sorry now, but it does give him a one up on his brothers-he's soooo good, he was offered a spot but he didn't even take it!
Then there is me-the rose among the thorns. What I was given, when I started my job was a map of the parking lot with 90% of the spaces blocked out-kind of like a reverse reserved parking place, you know? At least I know where I CAN'T park!