I was driving along Michigan Avenue yesterday when I came across a parking lot. But this was no ordinary parking lot. Oh, no. This was a Luxurious Parking lot. The sign said so.
But how luxurious was this lot, exactly? Not so much to my old eyes. It was a large gravel - you heard me, gravel - lot, covering a city block. A luxurious parking lot which was not even paved.
There was, however, a wrought iron gate and wrought iron fencing. Perhaps that allows the owners to call it 'luxurious'.
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