I always take my time crossing from the parking lot to the sliding glass doors.
Sometimes I pick up great conversations. Here’s one I overheard between a man and a woman huddled around a cart loaded with plastic grocery sacks:
Man: “Got my five?”
Woman: “I’m goin’ with you, dumb ass.”
Man: “Yer takin’ the bus?”
The two proceeded to unload the grocery cart and walk into a cold wind toward the Superior Street bus stop.
I don’t know if the guy ever got his $5.