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.
© Louis Brothnias (2008)