The Arrogant Parking Guard

Summary

There was only one parking spot left in the courthouse lot, but the security guard stood right in the middle of it, blocking me.

"There are no spots left here. Go find another lot," he barked, waving me away dismissively.

Then, he turned around and bowed like a servant to guide a sleek Maybach into the very spot he said was closed.

I gripped my steering wheel, my blood starting to boil.

"As far as I know, public parking is first-come, first-served," I called out. "I was here before him. Why