"Let me roll out the red carpet for you," the new lot attendant at Panera/Chipotle on Grace says, pretending to do so, as I walk down the sidewalk past him.
"Yes indeed, I'm gonna start walking with you." Excuse me, sir, don't you have a parking lot to monitor?
On my way back, a man with a cardboard sign soliciting money on Belvidere says good morning. "I see you out here every day!" he enthuses. "You're gonna be my good luck piece."
Piece of what?
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