Just like it happens every night, he pulls his Bimmer in,makes two honks on the horn,struts his body out of the car in four or five moves,hands him the keys and gives him that screw-you-nothing-gonna-change kind of a look.Where those looks are coming from,who started it all in the first place,why does arrogance look like this?who said that when you are happy or jealous you must have this look or that look on your face.For an ever so lonely garage attendant like him,between those questions and the time he spent on pondering them ,he makes it through the day .He calls them crazy questions,but what the heck.