6.45 pm - Dad & I drove to the KFC by my work place to buy dinner. The parking lot was busy so there were limited spaces. Dad pulled in right next to this guy who was parked way too close to one side. He was almost taking up too spots.
Me: It's too close.
Dad: No, it's alright.
Sure enough 15 minutes later this guy shows up. I did not pay any attentiont to him but then felt someone bump into the side of the car. I looked over and this man was standing there making sarcastic comments to his wife and rolling his eyes. And to boot he made hand gestures, not at me but like...grumbling to his wife.
So then I opened the window and he started yapping off about how he couldn't even open the door bla, bla, bla.
Me: Well it wasn't parked right in the first place.
Man: That doesn't mean...if I parked behind your car...
Me: Here's what I'll do. I'm going to go get the keys and move the car.
Man: 'Preciate it.
So then on the one hand, I knew this was going to happen. Dad is so stubborn. It makes me so mad. But he's older and stubborn. What's the point, really.
Since I was expecting this to happen, I was prepared. It was the man's fault for not parking properly. If he had asked nicely I would have totally moved the car with a smile but thing is he was rude.
It was cool. Think I handled the situation pretty well. He was about to go on and on, I totally ignored him and cut him off with my "Here's what I'll do" line. It felt like I was the adult in the situation by not arguing with him. I was the diplomatic one. And it was cool that it didn't feel like I backed down either.
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