As Ove approached the shopping center from his little side road, he could just make out that there were only two parking spaces left.
What all these people were doing at the shopping center on a normal weekday was beyond his comprehension.
Obviously people no longer had jobs to go to. Ove’s wife usually starts sighing as soon as they even get close to a parking lot like this.
Ove wants to park close to the entrance. “As if there’s a competition about who can find the best parking spot,” she always says
as he completes circuit after circuit and swears at all the imbeciles getting in his way in their foreign cars.
Sometimes they end up doing six or seven loops before they find a good spot,
and if Ove in the end has to concede defeat and content himself with a slot twenty yards farther away, he’s in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
His wife has never understood it. Then again, she never was very good at grasping questions of principle.
Ove figured he would go around slowly a couple of times just to check the lay of the land,
but then suddenly caught sight of the Mercedes thundering along the main road towards the shopping center.
So this was where he’d been heading, that suit with the plastic cables in his ears.
Ove didn’t hesitate for a second. He put his foot down and barged his way out of the intersection into the road.
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