It was a busy Saturday early afternoon, my mom and dad and I went to a shopping mall to grab some groceries and do some errands. We bought some pastries too from a bakery and was walking back to our car to head home.

The entire parking lot is full and there were several cars circling around trying to find a spot. This fancy blue Porsche spots us leave the mall entrance and follows us to our car. Instead of waiting and just signalling like normal people, they started honking at us while we were loading groceries into the car.

“Omgthedaka don’t put the pastries in the trunk, bring it in the car”. My dad said as he climbed into the car. I climb into the car and put the seatbelt on. Teenage me is embarrassed by the honking and just want us to leave asap so the fancy car can just leave us alone. My dad asks me for the pastry box and he starts opening it. He pulls out a piece of cake and starts eating it. Mortified that we’re not leaving, I open my mouth about to protest when my mom shoves a piece of pastry in my hand and says “eat this dear”.

2 minutes later, the passenger from the Porsche climbs out of the car and comes up to us, tapping at the driver-side window. “Hey are you leaving or what, we’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes”. My dad doesn’t say anything but reaches into the pastry box and grabs another cake, slowly peels the plastic film off and stares at the guy as he takes a savouring bite. The guy gets frustrated, wacks the hood of our car and goes back into the Porsche. They drive away. Or so we thought. 3 minutes later, they circled back hoping we were gone, but my dad just kept staring the Porsche down while he finished the box of cakes.

After, my dad insisted we go back inside the mall to stretch our legs after eating in the car. We walked back to the mall and passed the Porsche which was still circling around looking for a spot.