“Dear God, it’s been two hours already. TWO *beep*beep*beep*(A/N:: censored language for the dignity of the readers to remain) HOURS!!!”
The driver resisted the urge to bash her head onto the driving wheel in front of her- that would damage her beautiful car. She was currently in the Westfield carpark lining up with a bunch of other rather unfortunate drivers who were also stuck in their cars. From her boredom she had calculated that the speed the cars were currently travelling at were approximately 0.0074 metres per second which would also be 2 metres per hour.
She glared mournfully at the swiftly moving cars seen outside of the ledge of the 5 storey high carpark. The front of the carpark was already lining with cars and she was sure those drivers were cursing themselves to have been able to make it into this hellhole. Then in the next second a dull hope came into her heart as the car infront of her shifted forward again.
She blinked, she had finally reached the outside and she could see the problem that had caused her to waste two precious hours in the welcoming carpark. A young man with blinding blonde hair was switching from letting people out the gate and trying to fix up the ticket machine.
“ Are you f-*beep*beep*(A/N:: Once more shall there be censored language for the good health of the readers) serious?!!”
After an agonizing half an hour of planning the death of the idiot in front of her, her car finally rolled up to the gates. The man ran off to who knows where, and another forty minutes later, came back with what looked like a piece of junk. The man proceeded to trying to fit the junk into the ticket machine.
“Nice blonde hair.” She commented.
The young man looked up in surprise, “Th-thank you Miss! But I already have a girlfriend.”
She gaped at him, was this guy for real?
“I’m very sorry!!” The moron could NOT have thought that she was coming onto him. The young man still had acne framing his face, and she was at the ripe age of thirty-three, she would NEVER date brats- plus if she did, that would make her a pedophile.
Did she say something about damaging her car?- Well screw it, she bashed her head against the driving wheel. The blonde highschool dropout looked at her in shock, “I-I know I’m really hot and stuff, but I’m just not worth it! Please don’t tear yourself apart over this! You can always find new relationships! Go on a dating website or something, I’m sure you’ll be able to find s-someone… e-e-eventually.”
And he had a girlfriend?! Poor girl! Dating a moronic bastard like him?!
“Open the fucking gate. NOW.” - Did I say something about sensoring for the sake of the readers? xoxo the Author.
The boy frowned, “But, you’re three hours overdue for parking, you’re supposed to pay ten dollars for that.”
“I wonder. I was spending three hours in the carpark.” She replied with a sweet smile on her face.
“I don’t see your point Mam’, but would you please go back to pay the ten dollars at the counter fir-”
“OPEN THIS GATE IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!!!”
And a red car burning red with fury could be seen speeding down the highway at frightening speeds. There were many car accidents that day. Victims claimed to see the Devil himself, as they sat for their therapy sessions. An unfortunate young blonde was sitting on the ground hyperventilating as cars streamed out of the carpark.
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If you understood the story, please don't get offended. Something similiar happened with me today...
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