Samantha sighed and started her third circuit of the parking lot. All she needed was an empty parking space. Just one. A place to legally stop her car so she could get out and into the mall.
“Why am I at the mall on a Saturday afternoon?” Samantha growled as she turned away from the exit. “Oh right, the only bakery within a hundred miles that makes the cupcake Dad likes is here.”
Mom should have been the one circling the parking lot trying not to run over kids and teenagers running wild.