Can't be just me: Part 2

I was walking to my car from dinner, and someone had parked their car anti-parallel to mine on my driver’s side while I was walking to the car. The passengers in the other car were already out of the car, and I was standing there waiting for the driver to exit so that I could get into my car.

The driver was an older woman, I’d say about 60 or so. The passengers were around the same age. This was in Stuyvesant Plaza, and they all looked like they were upper middle class, kind of spoiled people.

She didn’t realize I was there waiting. Once she got out of her car, she totally stared into my car. She looked at what was inside from the front end all the way to the back. Once I cleared my throat to let her know I was there, she made believe she was using my window as a mirror to fix her hair.

So, I had to ask, “Did you see anything you like in there?”

She replied, “No, no, no, I was just using your car to make sure my hair was ok.” But her body language definitely made her sound guilty.

I wanted to reply, “tell it to the judge,” but it was hot out and I didn’t want to get into it any further.

I try not to place people into stereotypes, but why do old people have to be theives?