Mikiatures 20 - Don't Look Back In Anger

Don’t Look Back In Anger
Some bastard had blocked him in again. Naturally, Mick only had himself to blame. When was he going to learn that you should never park in an empty parking space? After all, this was Spain, where double parking was a national pastime; triple parking, however, was positively frowned upon – if only because the buses couldn’t get through.
            Strictly speaking, he had blocked two of them in – it was always a he – in such a way that it was impossible for either one of them to back out.
Mick knew the routine well by now:
1) Sound your horn “politely”
2) Check to see if the driver has left his keys in the ignition
3) Curse everything and everybody
4) Sound your horn again, this time “rudely”
5) Note the car model
6) Locate the nearest bar
Et cetera.
            Typically, the offender would smile at you – though never actually apologise –, amble out of the bar, get into his car and drive off.
 
So much for theory. In retrospect, the owner of the shiny black Mercedes Coupé could consider himself frightfully unlucky to have caught Mick on a bad day.
            ‘OK, here goes,’ he said, slamming his clapped-out Toyota into reverse.