Efforts to reason
My dad, always patient, tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t listen. ‘I’ve parked here every day for years,’ he explained, his voice even.
‘There’s a clear system for parking spots.’ She interrupted, ‘That’s a lie! This is MY spot now, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it!
‘ Dad sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘We should really talk this through,’ he suggested, but her stubborn glare said otherwise.