He was tired. His body ached. He glanced at his watch. From the moment he woke up, he knew that he would feel every second tick past of this long day. He had done the job a million times before. Moving construction materials up narrow hills was hard enough. Now he had an entitled woman blocking their bay, refusing to move. His phone itched in his pocket. The police could solve this problem quick and easy but he didn’t have the time to explain. As he stood there listening to her condescending remarks, he got an idea. This woman was about to regret messing with him.