Impressionistic Reflection

I saw a man in a red hat walking across the parking lot when another man in a green car rolled down his window and started shouting. The mad in the red hat seemingly stole the parking spot the man in the green car had claimed. Perhaps he marked it somehow or turned his blinker on, but that’s not to say that the man in the red hat didn’t do so as well. Parking spots are for anyone who drives a vehicle and needs to get out of it at some point. It is raining and the tar of the parking lot is glistening, so any turn signal would surely shine brightly. The two men, both standing on the glistening tar of the parking lot, are shouting at each other, one man still obtaining his parking spot, and the other now holding up cars behind him, not trying to find somewhere to park anymore.