On this particular afternoon, the crew was already running on fumes. They were anticipating a massive delivery of heavy lumber needed to frame the roof. The foreman had strictly monitored the two reserved parking spots all day, knowing that if a delivery truck couldn’t park there, it would block the entire narrow public street, creating a neighborhood traffic nightmare.
But then, a sleek luxury sedan pulled directly into one of the forbidden spots. The driver didn’t even get out. She sat comfortably in the driver’s seat, mid-conversation on a Bluetooth headset, gesturing wildly and laughing as she talked. The foreman immediately walked down the hill and signaled for her to roll down her window. She glared at him through the glass, held up a “one minute” finger, and completely ignored him to continue her loud conversation about her weekend plans.
When she finally deigned to crack the window open an inch, she didn’t even pause her call. “I’m just picking up a takeout order from the bistro across the street,” she snapped, her voice dripping with condescension. “They’re bagging it up now. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you have better things to do.”