I pounded on the steering wheel of my truck. I couldn't believe she’d done it again. This was the third time that blond haired witch cut in between parked cars to take a spot from me with that horrid Mary Kay pink scooter of hers. Who on earth would choose to drive a scooter that color anyways?
I circled the parking lot for fifteen minutes looking for another spot contemplating ways to get even with that evil woman. At the twenty-minute mark, a place opened up in the very back of the lot bordering on the large drainage pond. It meant I’d have to walk close to a mile, but at least I had a place to park.
My truck rattled its typical death wheeze as I turned it off. Looking up and taking a deep breath before getting out into the stifling Florida humidity, I saw the answer to my dilemma. I had a way to get back at that bleach bottle blond. My door creaked open and I tip toed to the back of my truck. I dug around and got out a few supplies. Then, I went to make the acquaintance of the large crocodile sunning himself near my truck.
With a few quick preparations, I was able to charm the massive creature. He got up and lumbered off into the parking lot. I smiled, put my things away, and began the hike. Along the way, I saw my scaly friend again. He had cozied up to that Pepto-Bismol pink scooter and went back to sleep. Revenge is sweet.