The Parking Spot

“Hey, kids, move out of the way so I can park”, I called out.

“Hey, yourself. We’re saving this for my Granny”, one of the kids yelled back.

“That’s fine with me. Save one for Granny. Move so I can get into one of the other two”, I said.

“Nah, Granny needs all three. Park somewhere else”, was the response.

“I might park on top of you if you don’t get out of my way. Why would Granny need three spots?”. I thought a mild threat by an adult would have an effect. It did, but not the one I expected.

“You try runnin’ over me an’ I’ll slash your tires, man”.

“Why does your Granny need three spots? I don’t care how disabled she is, one vehicle, one spot”.

“Granny’s disabled because she don’t see too good. It takes three spots for her to park without hitting anyone. Now, if you want to chance it, go ahead and park here.”

I found a better place to park.