Parable of the Parking Spot

Today Melanie and I journeyed to Big Lots in search of the HP Computer for $179. We found no such computer, and a store that was quite unappealing with long lines. We left without purchasing anything, with thoughts of not frequenting this store anytime soon in the future.
We then went to Office Max across the street where we got some blank CD's and a gold pen for marking photographs. Next stop was Save A Lot where the parable begins.
There was a spot three down from the entrance and Melanie said park there. I did not listen and said, there is an open spot right next to the door and took that. I stayed in the vehicle while she went inside for groceries.
I left the radio on and fell asleep,awakening when she opened the rear door. She got in and I tried to crank up, but the battery was dead. A poor looking black lady in a beat up car offered right away to try and help us jump the vehicle. She pulled next to us, but was unable to make the jumper cables reach. Had I parked where Melanie wanted, no problem. She then asked a friend of hers if I could use her phone to call home.
The lady let me and I called Amber to bring the PT Cruiser. I thanked the ladies and they went their way. Later, Amber arrived in Landon's truck and we again tried to get the vehicle cranked. It would not crank. I asked Amber to take Melanie and the groceries home and bring the PT Cruiser back. It had cranked this Tahoe previously on another occasion. They left, and I stood guard over the open spot next to us.
This is where the parable continues.
Standing in this prime spot, a lady tried to pull in. I tried to make the motion of jumper cables, but had to walk up to her car. She would not roll down the window. I told her loudly I was holding the spot. Another lady pulled up,she rolled her window down and was quite kind.
Then, in rolls a BMW with a young black fellow and he is quite put out with me that I am holding this spot, even though the spot is open right next to this one. He never says a word and pulls into the spot next to the open.
Thankfully, Melanie returned and I did not have to keep up this saving the spot routine. She pulled as close as she could and I hooked up the cables. It started up.
Parable learned. The poor,black female went out of her way to try and assist us. The rich, black haughty male did not so much lift a finger or attempt to help in any way.
So, thank-you kindly lady for attempting to help and forgive me rich young man for not allowing you to park where you so pleased. I trust a poor,black lady comes your way in your time of need.