The Parking Lot Battle

This week I combined the prompt from Write at the Merge with the prompt at Trifecta.  The brilliant minds at Write at the Merge gave us pictures of a pink scooter and a crocodile.  Trifecta gave us the word charm, as in to charm an animal.  Here's what I came up with:

            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.