parking

He parks in a parking lot near the library because the way their dad and another person parked leaves no room for his car. He audibly sighs and gets out of the car and the other guy also groans a little.

“Can you please just park all the way up at the front of the curb,” he says to their dad.

“Oh, hey! I figured Karen would want to park there so I left room but then I guess this must be someone else’s vehicle,” their dad says.

“Yes. It is someone else’s vehicle. Can we just park in the order we arrive? I don’t see why Karen has the front of the curb reserved for her at all times and, like now, if it’s someone else working instead of her you’re leaving all this space and we have to park all the way in the parking lot. And I have to wear a mask when I drive right now because mom doesn’t want me potentially having the virus and giving it to [the other guy]. So my glasses fog and it’s just hard to drive, like, to park and stuff in general.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry,” their dad says.

He lets them all into the building and disarms the building and goes back outside to vape for a minute and says under his breath, “Why the fuck does he do more for random people he doesn’t even know then us? Like what the fuck is that about?”