Jack Davis turned down the third row of the parking lot. His head oscillated back and forth looking for a spot. Like the previous rows, he didn’t see one. Turning at the far end, Jack spotted an opening around the halfway point of the fourth row.
Picking up his speed, Jack found that it was an opening, but not a wide one. The car, a compact of no distinguishing features, straddled the yellow line separating two parking spots. This left half a parking spot on either side of the car clear.
Jack gripped the steering wheel and continued on his path. Once he exited the fourth row, he still had not found a spot. A glance in his rear-view mirror showed a young driver pulling to false vacant spot behind him. The young driver glared at the double parked car and his lips moved.
“This will never do,” Jack said to no one.
A quick spin of the steering wheel and Jack pulled into the loading zone. Getting out, he stood on the sidewalk and focused on the dark blue compact. In his head, Jack envisioned a large hand gripping the vehicle and moving it like a toy car.
The compact sedan slid forward on the pavement. Fresh tire marks showed in the spot, so Jack worked at having the hand pick the vehicle up. Beads of sweat appeared on Jack’s forehead and he reached out a hand brace himself on the roof of his car.
The blue compact hovered out of the parking spot and down the fourth row. The young driver zipped around the parking lot and parked, correctly, in one of the now opened slots.
Jack turned his head, following the car. The compact turned the corner of the mega-shopping complex. Not being able to see, Jack pictured the hand letting go of the car.
Wiping the sweat from his face, Jack started his car and pulled into the other vacant spot.
As Jack approached the shopping complex, a man came out with a small bag. He walked to where Jack and the young driver had parked. “Where the hell is my car?” The man glanced around and hurried up to Jack. “Are you parked over there,” he pointed to where Jack parked.
“Yes,” Jack turned to face the man. “It was the only open spot.”
“I was parked there.” The man’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Jack.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Jack shrugged.
A noise grabbed their attention. The garbage truck pulled into the lot and aimed for the side of the building. A loud crunching sound was heard. Jack and the man hurriedly walked over.
The garbage truck driver activated a few buttons and the arms tossed the dumpster up over the top of the truck. Debris and other things fell from the dumpster into the opening on the truck. Next the dumpster descended and the garbage truck pulled out.
As Jack and the man turned the corner they saw the dumpster and a very scratched blue compact sedan.
“My car,” the man grabbed his head and fell to his knees.
“Well, the sign does say no parking.” Jack smirked, turned and walked into the shopping complex.