A parking garage has all the elements of a major creep spot.

Dim lighting.
Sticky floors with swirls of powdery dirt.
People popping in and out of the shadows.
Rattling and buckling of the structure as the parade of cars moves from one level to another.


Add a "Spot Stalker" and the creep factor ratchets up a notch.
The ones who follow slowly, closely behind as you walk to your car, just to nab your spot.

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Big drive down to Denver today. Met with a Mac Genus who replaced my broken fan.
So, I'm catching up on comments.