Successful Scopeout and First Floor Dance

Monday night on the way home, I decided to takeba pit stop. I finally drove past the Miami Gardens police department once I found 187. If you drive past city hall and apartments, you are a street south. Turn right and 187 is the next street north.

The outside: everyone is friendly. The valet man pointed me to parking no handout. Great traffic directing.

The doorman: I once I get out of work. I thus forgot my utility box cutter was in my pocket. The doorman felt it and simply asked me to put it in the car. I also sneered a bit at 20$ for a cover. Once again: he was cool.