I love her.
I don't drive to work often but when I do I park in her garage. As soon as I drive up to the window to pay her, she starts singing a lovely litany, a combination of any of the following:
"You are so pretty!"
"I've missed you!"
"I really like you!"
"I wondered if you had moved back to America."
I don't know what her name is but I imagine it's "Honey" because she is so sweet.
Don't worry, Honey, I'm not going back to America any time soon. The parking attendants over there don't have a clue!