Oh! The Audacity!

To Park or not to Park

I drive in circles around Panaji at least four times to find a parking spot close to my bank but all to no avail. So I park the car near the old GMC building and hoof it through the light drizzle for twenty minutes and get to the bank just in time; before they close for lunch.
Walking out the door I bump into a couple of guys I know, I think metrosexuals, and we're standing there talking about women and the weather.

That's when a lone parking spot right opposite the bank opens up and an elderly gentleman pulls into it. A white woman in a bandana with cut-off jeans runs up to him.

"That's my space!", she scolds him,"Honestly! I was about to park my car in there! I always have that space! Ask anybody, you have to move!"

"Now that is unmitigated freaking gall," I say.

"I'll bet he gives in," Bosco says.

"C'mon, nobody's that much of a moron," says Santan.

The old man shrugs and grins sheepishly,backs his car out and drives away. Bandana grins and rushes victorious to her car.

"She'll never get that monster SUV in there, he had a Maruti 800!" I say.

"She'll beg and cajole and get everyone to move their cars, you just watch," says Bosco.

And that's exactly what she does.

"Wow," says Santan, "if there was a Nobel prize for manipulation, she'd definitely win."

I walked back in the driving rain, passing the elderly gent who decided to do as i did. Except he was carrying his umbrella.