I saw it through the rear windshield. I'd just parked my car at the shopping center and was reaching for my club. The man stared in furious disbelief. Like I'd made an attempt on his life.
What was wrong, I wondered. Had I run over his foot? Cut him off? Had someone put an inflammatory sticker on my bumper?
I stepped out of the car and he let me have it. At first I couldn't figure out what he was jabbering about but then I pieced it together. He'd "gone out of his way" to park away from other cars (how far? One space.) and I had the audacity to park "in the space right next to him!" (Oh the humanity).
I said I was sorry but I wasn't. What else could I say?
- "Gee, it's not like your car is that new of fancy"
- "Oh yes, I did it on purpose just to annoy you."
- "Worried about your car? You should have walked here. Looks like you could use some exercise"
- "This makes you upset? Good luck with the world."