My Fondest Memories

As a delivery driver, I had a right to that space. I calmly requested him to allow me to park. I had time sensitive deliveries, but he said, “No!” It was a loading zone designed for people like myself. But it was Christmas, and parks were very difficult to find. I was rather dumfounded until I remembered the season. I think that he was dumfounded with what I next said to him. In a pleasant tone, I said, “Come on man, it’s Christmas!” He sat up in his vehicle and drove away. I cannot remember a more pleasant memory. 12072016 cj PS Contest, My Fondest Memory, Frank Herrera