“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Seriously? This is a public lot,” she added, her eyes rolling dramatically. “First come, first served, right?” Patrick felt his heart sink, but he tried to reason again.
“Please, it’s my daughter’s birthday. I just want to—” but before he could finish, the blonde laughed again. It’s not our fault you’re driving that piece of junk. Maybe if you could afford a decent car, you would have gotten the spot.”