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The Trials and Tribulations of Multi-Storey Parking Lots

The Trials and Tribulations of Multi-Storey Parking Lots - Natividad Meyers

I was out with a girlfriend of mine recently and we had an amazing time catching up, talking about the kids and, if I may be honest, sharing mutual complaints about our husbands. What’s a girl to do when a couple of bottles of wine have loosened her tongue after all?

It was the first time that I had seen my friend in about three months so we had an awful lot to catch up on. I found out that her eldest son had finally managed to get his black belt in judo, which is awesome news because I knew he had been training for for years. It looks like the younger one is looking to follow in his footsteps as well. What is it with younger brothers always trying to emulate their elder brothers? I guess I’ll never know.

Once we had caught up a little we started just shooting the breeze, which is when my friend brought up what her husband had been working on recently. See, he works in construction and road works, for which I've always had an interest. My husband spends a lot of time in the office so he always comes back stressed out and flustered. I’ve often wondered if it wouldn’t do him a some good to just get out there and do a little bit of manual labour himself.

But I digress. Anyway my friend was talking about this new multi-storey parking lot her husband has been working on. Apparently he came home one night ridiculously angry muttering something about how they didn’t have any “blacktop” and he had just wasted a day’s worth of work. My friend had no idea what on Earth blacktop meant, so she asked him and he just replied “blacktop paving.” Apparently that’s builders slang for asphalt or something other, and boy was he mad about it.

As it had turned out, after going through all of the hassle to get approval to build the parking lot in the first place, the company behind the whole thing had utterly failed to supply enough of the blacktop paving to last for a day’s worth of work. It sounds ridiculous to me. I mean, what sort of company starts a job and doesn’t have what they need in place? Anyway, my friend’s husband has been seriously stressing her out about it all and wouldn’t shut up about it all night. I guess sometimes it helps to have somebody who can have a bottle of wine waiting for you. Who would have known asphalt could cause so much trouble?


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Writer, journalist and blogger, Natividad Meyers welcomes you into her world. After publishing her first essay, she gained a certain notoriety and now writes in the web 2.0. As well as her blog, she also writes for several sites, where among other things, she has a column on health and wellness.