No Parking, No Listening

I work for a big pharmacist as a delivery driver for urgent medications. In front of the shop, only our working cars are allowed. At the moment, there is construction, so we have to drive further down the street where usually no cars are allowed.

I park in front of a shop and a lady who works there comes out.

Lady: “You cannot park here.”

Me: “I know, but because of the construction, we are allowed today.”

Lady: “But you cannot park your private car here. There is parking space down the street.”

Me: “It’s not my private car; I have a license for parking here.”

Lady: “Even I’m not allowed to park my private car here!”

Me: “That’s right, but I am working for the pharmacist right there, so we are allowed to park here.”

Lady: “Only the pharmacist is allowed to park here. Move your car or I’ll call the police!”

I point at the big-a** special parking license on my windshield.

Me: “That’s what I just said; I am working for the pharmacist.”

Lady: “So, this is not your private car? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! You’re wasting my time!” *Storms off*