He left the office, aware that he was running late.
The young stock broker checked the time as he pulled his Porch 911 out of the underground carpark. He had arranged to meet his good friend at his local country club. His friend, a financial consultant, had flown in from New York during the day. Not being a member, the broker would have to sign him in. It was a cold night and he didn’t want his friend having to wait around for him. When he arrived the carpark was full and he had to park on a patch of spare ground beside the car park. He was running late. He didn’t lock it.
As it turned out, he was on time with seconds to spare. They went in and spent the evening catching up. When he returned to his car later that night, he discovered the fact that he’d left it unlocked for several hours… but it was still there! Shaking his head, he climbed in. He was about to start the car, when he saw the figure sitting in the back seat. He was fast asleep, slumped, with his head against the window. He sat thinking for a couple of minutes. He started the car and pulled onto the road very carefully. He spent the whole journey home driving with the utmost care and attention so that the stranger was not disturbed. When he got home, instead of parking the car in the garage he left it on the front drive, unlocked.
In the morning he went out to the car. It was empty. He smiled as he opened all the windows to give it an airing.
Privately, he had always envied hobos.