A ‘Spot’ Of Road Rage

I was with a friend of mine in his car. He pulls into a space in the parking lot, and as we get out of the car, a woman pulls up and rolls her window down and states:

Driver: “Hey! I was going to park there!”

Friend: “I got here first, fair and square. Sorry.”

Driver: “Oh no, I have been driving around this lot looking for a spot and saw this one first. You are going to have to move your car.”

Friend: “Look, I was here first, I’m not moving my car. You are going to have to find somewhere else to park; stop being rude to people.”

Driver: “Excuuuuuse me? My husband is in the car!”

She was saying this like it was a threat, like she was going to get her husband to come and deal with us.

My friend walks up to her car window and yells in a very loud voice at her:

Friend: “WELL, MAYBE YOU OUGHT TO LET HIM DRIVE!”

I started laughing. HER HUSBAND started laughing. 

Outnumbered, she gave my friend the middle finger and drove away. We waited by his car for a few minutes to make sure there was no follow-up retribution, but we were safe.