Gemotions

He stared at the spot, a knot forming in his throat. David's jaw tightened. He'd been looking forward to driving his son to his baseball game. Now this. He hadn't even parked there illegally, he knew it.

His palms began to sweat. He pictured the frustration on his son's face, the disappointment. He should have known. This new neighbor, with the fancy car and the perpetually frowning face, had been giving him dirty looks.

He let out a short, frustrated bark of a laugh. The audacity! He began to pace back and forth, muttering under his breath, his steps growing quicker and more agitated.