Just got home from the store. We had a great parking spot, too, the first handicap space by the door, one of those “van accessible” ones with room for wheelchairs, walkers and other mobility equipment to get in and out of a vehicle.
As usual, when we were finished getting the things we needed, I rolled my walker back to our space with strict instructions from Gail (and we ALWAYS do what Gail instructs!) to just leave the walker by my car door and let her put it in the back seat when she comes out with the groceries.
When I got there, there was a lady moron in the space next to ours, her car filling up about a quarter of that “van accessible” space I just told you about. It’s like she parked her car with her eyes closed… sort of on a slant with her car encroaching on our space. (The above photo gives you an idea… that’s my walker in the foreground.)
No problem. I still had room to open my door, roll my walker into position, lock the brakes, and sit in my car seat leaving the car door open.
The lady moron, still in her car, was texting someone. Then I noticed she was giving me “the evil eye.” So, I pulled my walker up tight next to the car and smiled at her.
She rolled her eyes in frustration and ever-so-gently opened her car door. She had PLENTY of room, but she pretended to squuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeze herself out through her barely opened door, huffing and puffing in her frustration. I continued smiling at her.
She walked to the back of her car, got something out of the trunk, then SLAMMED the trunk shut. After which, she marched (quite briskly, I thought, for someone with a handicap sticker on her car) to a craft store next to the supermarket, and prompty walked in through the “exit” door.
That’s when I guessed what her handicap is. And it’s not physical.
Gosh, I love pissing off morons!
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Just got home from the store. We had a great parking spot, too, the first handicap space by the door, one of those “van accessible” ones with room for wheelchairs, walkers and other mobility equipment to get in and out of a vehicle.
As usual, when we were finished getting the things we needed, I rolled my walker back to our space with strict instructions from Gail (and we ALWAYS do what Gail instructs!) to just leave the walker by my car door and let her put it in the back seat when she comes out with the groceries.
When I got there, there was a lady moron in the space next to ours, her car filling up about a quarter of that “van accessible” space I just told you about. It’s like she parked her car with her eyes closed… sort of on a slant with her car encroaching on our space. (The above photo gives you an idea… that’s my walker in the foreground.)
No problem. I still had room to open my door, roll my walker into position, lock the brakes, and sit in my car seat leaving the car door open.
The lady moron, still in her car, was texting someone. Then I noticed she was giving me “the evil eye.” So, I pulled my walker up tight next to the car and smiled at her.
She rolled her eyes in frustration and ever-so-gently opened her car door. She had PLENTY of room, but she pretended to squuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeze herself out through her barely opened door, huffing and puffing in her frustration. I continued smiling at her.
She walked to the back of her car, got something out of the trunk, then SLAMMED the trunk shut. After which, she marched (quite briskly, I thought, for someone with a handicap sticker on her car) to a craft store next to the supermarket, and prompty walked in through the “exit” door.
That’s when I guessed what her handicap is. And it’s not physical.
Gosh, I love pissing off morons!