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#110 Perfect Spot at the Mall

FINDING A PARKING SPOT RIGHT UP FRONT AT THE MALL – Some people love going to the mall. They shop until they drop, eat lunch in the food court and finish it off with frozen yogurt. I, however, am not one of those people. I hate the mall. Okay, maybe ‘hate’ is a strong word. I dislike the mall immensely. The crowds are the main source of displeasure for me. Everyone seems to be moving at snail speed and it’s so crowded that I can’t seem to move around them despite my best efforts; and trust me, I try. So I don’t want to be at the mall to begin with. My solution is to wait until I’ve officially run out of shampoo, underwear, socks and chocolate-covered strawberries – the real reason I’m there in the first place – before getting into my car and making my way over to my own private version of hell. On top of it all, I have to find a parking spot too! I drive up and down the aisles looking for a space. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And then, as if out of nowhere, I see a customer getting into her car right near the front door of the mall, and where I am currently sitting idle in my car. JACKPOT!!! I back up my car to give her enough room to get out and turn on my signal to tell all other drivers “BACK OFF RUGRAT, THIS IS MY SPOT!” I wait patiently for her to pull out of the spot before I slowly glide into my winning lottery ticket, and think, ‘I got the best parking space in the lot AND I get chocolate-covered strawberries. This is the best day EVER!’



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