Threatened Possession
The summer’s afternoon was very hot and the
car park was full to capacity when the incident happened. I had arrived earlier
that morning, but later decided to leave for home. I crossed in front of the
queue of several cars waiting for a place to park, climbed into my car then
opened the door window. After starting the engine, I began to reverse, but
stopped half-way out of the space.
"What the Hell
are you doing?" I heard and instantly responded.
"The woman you
just intimidated was waiting for this space."
"I want to
park my car," he informed me. "Here."
"The woman you
frightened away wanted to park here as well. The woman who was in front of
you."
"Are you going
to move your car?"
"Yes." I
started to pull forward back into my parking space and then stopped. I didn’t
feel like being co-operative or allowing this ignorant and pompous idiot get
away with this boorish behaviour.
"Where are you
going, now?"
"Nowhere."
"Just move
your damn car."
"I will, when
I’m ready. And you’ve gone."
The queue of cars
had increased in number and I was quite intent on making it clear that this
selfish imbecile was responsible for everyone's inconvenience.
"Nice
car," I suggested, looking at his shiny new Mercedes. Then stared him in
the eye. "You should look after it."
He seemed very
worried by this comment, got into his car and hurriedly drove off.
© Mark Glanfield 2008 (February)