Writing Prompt: You have just swallowed your pride and done something you didn't want to do. Your friend wants to know why. The two of you are driving around an almost-full parking garage looking for a space for the friend's oversize pickup. Write the scene.

Me: (on phone) No No No that's not what I meant. I mean sure, I'll do it.
Rick: (driving) It's what he always says.
Me: (off) Rick!
Rick: Sorry. Here we are in the big parking lot. Let's see if it's big 'nuff for my low riding Durango.
Me: Ahm, no that was just my friend Rick, we're at the market buying food—
Rick:—Tools!
Me: Tools for his stint on Food Network.
Rick: It's Master Chef! (sotto) And it's also hella hard to park in the dark.
Me: Anyway, sorry and I'll do it… Love you?
Phone clicks off.
Me: (into phone) Hello?… Hello?
Rick: "And I love you too, Danny-Poo!"
Me: Ah, can it, man. You've no idea the grief I'm going through. I mean can you believe she's making me go to Church.
Rick: I can't believe you're still letting your Mom tell you what to do. (Honking) Hey you Fucking Ferrari, that was my spot! (Revs off deeper into the parking lot) Jackass.
Me: I mean it's just a concept I can't wrap my head around.
Rick: Which is why Virgin Mary will be more than happy to circle jerk you with the women uncovering your tomb! Look, just lie but tell her you did it. That way, you don't break her heart and you get to snag a street spot in the handicap—(Speeds but Crashes) Fuck! My ride's busted! Where am I going to put my food?
Me: Tools.
Rick: What-ever!