A/N: Because people around this time of year are crazy and sometimes stupid. Be kind to people.

Enjoy!

Danielle knew coming to the mall ten days before Christmas was a mistake, but seeing as Alexis and her family had only arrived the night before and still had shopping to do, there was no choice but to come. They were on their third trip around the parking lot and had yet to find a spot. This time of year, they were hard to come by anyway, but especially the handicap spots, which, with Finn tagging along, they needed. She turns down the music, her tweenage niece behind her still singing along to the pop tune, and rounds another corner.

"'Wait! There's one!" McKenna suddenly shouts.

Dani slams on the brakes, shifting into reverse to turn into the spot, not noticing the black sedan in front of them also going for the empty spot until the driver lays on the horn.

"Oh crap! Did I cut her off?" Dani gasps, halfway into the spot.

"No, you're good, she came out of nowhere," Finn replies, turning in her seat to look at the other car.

"Okay," Dani sighs, parking and turning off the car. "Be careful getting out, Cona," she reminds her niece.

"I know," the girl replies, opening the door and getting out. She's halted by her aunt's hand on her chest as the driver of the other car parks in the middle of the road, gets out of her car, and storms up to them.

She's a heavy-set woman wearing black leggings and a pull-over sweatshirt. "Excuse me! That was my spot," she growls.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you, but I think we got here first," Danielle defends, calmly.

"No you didn't, I was here first," the woman insists.

"No, you weren't. There was no one around when I found the spot," McKenna pipes up.

"Hush," Danielle quiets her. "I'm sorry, but we got here first," Danielle says again to the woman.

"Well, you need to move. I have a condition and I need a close parking spot, and these are reserved for handicap parking, which I need and you clearly don't."

"Actually, we do need this spot. For my sister," Danielle says, sneaking a keep at the woman's car, which didn't have a single handicap tag anywhere on it; unlike theirs which had all of the necessary tags they needed.

"She doesn't look disabled," the woman barks, pointing to McKenna, automatically assuming she's the blonde's sister.

"Oh! No, that's my niece," Danielle smiles, watching as Finn rounds the car with her crutches. "That's my sister," Danielle says, setting her jaw.

Cars had started to line up on both side of the aisle and none of them were too pleased to be waiting.

"Look, people are waiting, this is making a scene," Danielle says, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry I didn't see you, but we're not moving and you need to go find another spot.

"But I clearly got here first, you need to move," the woman insists.

"Hey! What's the problem?" A guy in a black truck calls to them through the open window.

"Oh, just a dispute over a parking spot," Finn explains. "Sorry for the problem."

"Eh, it's alright," the man shrugs. "It happens this time of year. Do you ladies need some help?"

Finn glances between her niece, sister, and the woman arguing with them, and then back to the man. "No, I think we're okay. But if you see someone from Security, could you send them our way?"

"You got it," the man nods, reversing and turning back into the main road; all the cars behind him having left for other areas of the parking lot.

The ones in front of them, however, are piled up even more and were honking and throwing up obscene gestures that Finn hoped McKenna didn't see.

"I'm sure there are other spots open by now," Danielle tries, just wanting the woman to get back into her car and leave them alone.

"But I was here first and need the spot. If you don't move, I will call the cops on you," she threatens.

"Are you threatening me?" Danielle asks. "Are you seriously doing this over a stupid parking spot?"

"Yes, I am. Because it was my spot."

"Nemo, take Stitch inside," Danielle says, not daring to use their actual names, knowing it could potentially be used against them.

"No way, I'm staying," Finn says, stepping up to her sister.

"Okay," Dani, nods, reaching back and handing McKenna the keys. "Here, baby, go sit in the car."

"But-," Cona starts.

"Now, Stitch," Danielle orders. And a second later she disappears inside. "Go ahead, Call the cops. Our mom is a captain on a precinct, she knows everyone, which means we do too."

The woman is close to dialing the number when a security guard pulls up on his cart.

"Ladies, what's the problem? You're holding up traffic," the guard, a tall African American man asks, coming to them.

The large woman starts in on a fast explanation which includes lots of finger pointing and multiple four-letter words.

"Okay, Okay," the guard says, stopping her. "What's your side of the story?" he asks the Castle girls.

"We were looking for a spot, and our niece saw this one and we turned into and there was no one around, but as we got into it, this woman comes up and my sister thought she had cut her off, but she didn't. So we pull in and are getting ready to leave when she parks in the middle of the street, gets out of her car and comes up to us yelling about how we cut her off and this was clearly her spot. But I promise she wasn't here when we got here. This is our spot," Finn describes.

"Okay, well it seems like you girls did nothing wrong," he smiles at them before turning on the woman. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but these ladies were here first and you need to get back into your car and find another spot."

"But I need a close parking spot! I have a condition!" She protests.

"Well I do not see any indication that you need a handicap spot, and these ladies are following every requirement. So, I'm going to have to ask you to move along and find somewhere else to park, or leave."

"These little bitches took my spot! Make them leave!"

"Ma'ma, there is no need for that kind of language," the security guard said. "These girls acknowledged their mistake: they didn't see you. They apologized. You need to move along. I can escort you somewhere else if you'd like."

The woman scowls at them, flips them the bird and stalks back to her car. She speeds off, making dirty faces, her middle finger still extended until she disappears from their line of sight.

"Well, that was interesting," the guard says sarcastically. Both Finn and Danielle have to laugh; what else can you do in that sort of situation?

"Yeah, it was," Finn nods. "Thanks for your help."

"Anytime. Do you ladies need anything else?"

"No, I think we're good. Thanks again," Danielle says, going to the car to rescue her niece who had watched the entire scene through the window. "You can come out now, Cona."

When the younger girl appears, the security guard nods to them. "Well, alright. You ladies have fun today. And if you need anything, just ask for Marcus, okay?"

"We will. Merry Christmas!" Danielle says.

"Merry Christmas!" McKenna echoes.

"Merry Christmas," the guard says, getting back onto his cart and riding off.

"Come on, let's get inside, I'm freezing!" Danielle says, putting a hand on McKenna's back to lead her forward

"What was that all about?" McKenna asks as they walk.

"That lady was upset that we didn't see her and that we didn't give up our spot so she could be lazy and take it away from people who really needed it, like Auntie Finn," Danielle explains.

"But she said she had a medical condition," Cona replies.

"Yes, she did," Finn starts. "And we have no proof that she does or doesn't. But what we do know is that she is not a very nice person. She made a scene when she knew she could just go find another spot. Something inside her mind told her to make a big deal over that spot. She knew full well what she was doing."

"People are dumb," McKenna states, pulling open the door leading into the mall.

"They are," Danielle agrees. "Promise me something, McKenna: that you will always be kind to people no matter what. Stand up for what you believe in and the people you love, but always be kind, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, now: let's go find Auntie Mia a present, huh?"