Waiting

There is a block, across the street from the new skyscraper of a hotel, made up of solely garages. These garages are minimal affairs, the requisite cement floor slicked with oil, a few lifters, a skylight, and a bare room – an afterthought, really – for an office. And so for some drivers, a seat outside amid the bustle of the street beats hands-down a plastic chair in a windowless room.