Near work is always a problem with parking, so most people do not put the cars on the sidewalks, but chase them to the neighboring street where the new house near the children's clinic usually always has free seats.

That day was apparently not ordinary, and there was only one place near this very house, I barely found, I parked, I closed the car. A small red car comes in and the window opens.

Do you allow me a parking space?

I approach the window, I bow. I ask what happened?

- I need a child urgently to the clinic, and there are no places near her, I saw you park...

Okay, I will go now.

It was like I was going to turn to my car, but I realized there was no one else in her car. I am back to her window again, my ass is toned, not visible, I look through the front passenger back, but there is neither a child nor even a child seat where he could have been before this and later left in the clinic with someone. I ask :

Where is he, your child?

She could say nothing. But her look told me I was the worst person on earth right now. Her ass trembled from anger, and her face became red like her car, and she just tapped the floor, squeezing into another yard under my rust.