She parked too close with her silver SUV. She bumped my door as she got back in.
She looked me in the eye , no acknowledgement of what she'd done, and then backed out of her spot. When I got out of the car, she rolled down her window, rolled her eyes, and said, "What? It was an accident. All I did was bump your car a little."
"The least you could do is apologize."
"I'm sorry," she said, rolling her eyes again. She looked like a fourteen-year-old, being forced to apologize for telling her younger sister that she was ugly and fat.
"You don't sound like you mean a bit of it," I said.
"I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes again and put her SUV in gear.
"I'm still not convinced by your tone of voice."
"I'm sorry," she yelled at me. She squealed her tires as she sped across the parking lot.
I have been the mom of a teenager for too long. I should have known that this woman didn't give a shit and nothing I said could make her sound like she did.
Thank you for listening, jules
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