Parking lot girl

Sometimes there’s a girl in my parking lot. She talks on the phone with her parents late at night.

My windows are open.

She is unhappy. Very unhappy.

I can hear her shouting into the phone.

Sometimes I feel bad for her. I wonder about her. And her life. And if it is really as awful as she makes it sound.

I close my window. I can still hear her anger echoing in my parking lot.  (Her parents must be deaf?)

Other times I want to tell her to get over it. Whatever it is.

Life is hard. And also, I want to sleep. So, stop yelling, angry girl. It’s late.

Go to sleep. Don’t yell. Or at least, if you must, use someone else’s parking lot!

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