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trapper keeper or Easter egg than a mode of transportation as it<br />
sat idling like a sickly little bee behind me.<br />
Surely this boy knew that I had been waiting for this spot.<br />
I rolled down my window to kindly let the young man know—just<br />
incase he was genuinely oblivious to his surroundings. His dark<br />
hoody and chrome tinted sunglasses concealed his facial<br />
expression, but he told me in not so many words—just two in<br />
fact—to get lost. <strong>The</strong> only way I was getting that spot was to<br />
put my car on top of him. Feeling it wasn’t worth it, I moved on<br />
to find another.<br />
I gave up trying to find a spot near the mall entrance, and<br />
then gave up trying to find one near the closest department<br />
store entrance before heading next-door to the movie theatre<br />
lot. Finally, I found one between a curb and a huge pickup with<br />
scary looking tires. <strong>The</strong> owner of the truck must have not<br />
realized that his vehicle was a bit too large to fit exactly<br />
between the lines, and I was forced to exit my car through the<br />
passenger-side door. Once I managed to squeeze out, I maneuvered<br />
carefully between my car and the boxwood bushes adorning the<br />
curb, but one of the branches reached out and snagged me. As I<br />
tried to free my sweater, one of my buttons became a casualty—<br />
popping off and rolling up under my car. I took a deep breath to<br />
calm my nerves and got down on my knees to peek under and look<br />
for it. After all, it wasn’t just any button; it was an antique<br />
button I found in my grandmother’s sewing room about ten years<br />
ago. She had two of them and gave me both. I put them on a<br />
sweater and have always received nice complements when wearing<br />
them. I reached under as I spied my button lying close to the<br />
back tire. I felt around blindly in the spot next to my tire and<br />
pulled it out. As I rose to my feet dusting myself off, I opened<br />
my hand to blow the dirt off of my button; but when I opened my<br />
hand, lying in my palm wasn’t my button, it was a tossed out<br />
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