"The snack bar's closed there sunshine."

"Fuck you."

"You're always fucking eating, christ."

"We still need to get a van you know?"

"Thanks bright light, you in charge now? I saw a sign for a park and fly up ahead. We'll be fine."

"How's parking and flying going to get us a van?"

"Just get in the left lane, go left at the lights.'

Tick pulled the car into the lane and hit the turn signal. A billboard off to the right for the park and fly pointed in the direction they waited to turn.

"What's the deal with the park and fly?"

"Don't worry about it, just drop me off at the entrance then drive back the way we came and park and wait for me at the Tim Horton's we passed."

Tick dropped Arlen off in the front of the security gate. He pulled the car around and headed back to Tim's. It chewed at him when Arlen didn't let him in on the scams. He was supposed to be learning.

"Welcome to Tim Horton's drivethrough, can I take your order?"

"Large coffee, four-four, and a toasted everything bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese and a sour cream glazed donut."

Arlen walked into the park and fly, going around the gates carefully designed to control the flow of cars not people. He walked towards the main building, in front of which there were four lanes of parking for the valet service. There were thirteen cars in the four lanes. Two cars at the back were being relieved of their cargo by their owners. An attendent climbed into one of the cars at the front of the second line, started it and drove away, presumably to park it. Three people stood out front beside a bus shelter waiting for the shuttle to take them to the terminal.

Arlen walked past it all, through the doors into the building. He got in line behind a large round square man. He mumbled something about gluttony under his breath, loud enough for the man to turn and look.

"Hi. I can help you here. Hi there, how're you doing today?"

"I'm good thank you."

"Umm, how does this all work?"

"It's $65 per week or $19 per day. That includes valet service and shuttle."

"Yikes, do you have a cheaper lot?"

"We have an economy lot only three blocks away where you can park your own car."

"How much is it?"

"$32 per week, $8 per day."

"Ok, I think I'll go with that, it's just out here and turn left?"

"Yep, you can't miss the signs."

"Thanks for your time."

Arlen turned and took a step to leave.

"Hold on sir, your car's on this property now?"

"Ya."

"Here, you'll need this ticket to get off the lot."

She printed off a receipt and handed it to Arlen.

"Ah, ok."

"You just enter this number to open the gate at the exit."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Arlen went back through the doors, walked to the head of the third line of parked cars, sat behind the wheel of a Toyota Sienna, turned the key that waited for him in the ignition. He drove to the exit, punched in the five digit code and drove off the lot.

"You ate again? Are you kidding?"

"Fuck. You scared me."

"How can you eat again?"

"Whatever. You get a van?"

"Toyota, parked over there, green one."

"How?"

"Perseverance, dedication and hard work."

"I'm sure."