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The third floor of the parking garage at National Airport is apparently one of the few secrets left in DC. There's a core group of us who park there regularly, and its gotten to the point that we leave open the spaces we are accustomed to seeing occupied by cars not yet arrived.

I've never actually seen most of the people, as our schedules don't match, and to be honest, I've never really thought about most of them. At 6:45 in the morning, you don't think about anything but your lights being off, and making it to your gate on time. I'm used to seeing certain cars when I arrive, and certain cars when I leave. If there's a new car in someone's slot, or a new regular, I notice that.

A few weeks ago, everything changed.

read the note I found on my windshield

This Vignette was inspired by the parking patterns at Ronald Reagan National Airport (DCA)'s B Terminal.