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.
