Flirt with the parking ramp guy at Mayo in Rochester.
I’ve been back and forth to St.Mary’s a lot in the last weeks. Lots of people in the hospital for long periods of time. It’s about an hour drive there; another hour back. [huh. funny how that works.] On the way there, I typically blast music and lose myself in the cornfields. [not literally.] On the way back, I write blog posts in my head. But I digress.
Parking ramp guy. St. Mary’s. Flirt. Right.
The last couple times I’ve been to the hospital, it’s been the same guy working in the booth where I hand over my ticket and he presses the magic button that raises the possessive arm so I can leave. He’s in his 20s [I don’t trust myself to single it out any further than that.] and wears his little parking ramp vest. Oh, the vest. I’m not saying I really like him or anything; I’m just saying it might make going to Rochester a little more of adventure.
Today I pulled up and he said, “Hey. How’s it going?” It was no how you doin’ all Joey style but it was the most we’ve ever spoken. [whoa. is that a sign? #thingswomensay] I do wonder if I can use Friends as my basis for flirting. Phoebe, the masseuse, feet flirts with a client. She knows that as she is giving him a massage, the only part of her body he sees is her feet. She paints her nails, wears toe rings, etc. She’s smart.
So let’s think about this – how does one car flirt? I could write flirty messages on my parking ramp ticket but that seems a little much. Display my gnomes more prominently on my dash? That’s probably a little creepy and very much like voluntarily flying a giant red flag for him to see. And that’s it. I’m out of ideas. I guess mr.parking-ramp-attendant and I aren’t meant to be together. [not that I ever thought we were.]
For hopeless. [you don’t even know the half of the for hopeless.]
I hope you realize this is all an incredibly long and drawn-out joke. Pastor Lindsay doesn’t flirt. psssh. Don’t be so silly.
But if you have any more ideas for brilliant car flirting in a thirty second window of time, let me know. Really. It will be a great social experiment.
there's no place like gnome. 
Your business card! Give him your card and write a cute note on the back! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 Also, I sent you a direct message on Twitter. Hope we can hang out and trade pastoral flirting advice soon!
…what's the over/under on his awkwardness compared to red-headed starbucks barista. that doof still makes me smile. hahahaooooh, you could bring him coffee!