Dad's only interest in the mall is the competition of circling the lot for 20 minutes to find the best parking spot. By the time everyone's disgusted and ready on mom's count of 3 to jump from the moving car, there it is: A mirage? No. A spot right next to a handicapped stall. Yes! He'll stay in the car while others shop, so he can accept the admiring, congratulatory but envious nods of other men as they pass.