There wasn’t ever much noise where I worked. If there was, it was the sound of car engines or people talking in the distance. I day dreamed for most of the day, that is until someone rolled up to my window to pay for their parking. It had been a horrible day at the Holiday Inn parking lot and I had a night shift that did not end until three a.m. I always hated the night shifts. Even with the lock on the door of the booth I was in, which separated me from the outside world, I was still quite nervous being in a parking lot alone. Two hours after my shift started I began to drift asleep.