The Entitledness Is Astounding

Friday, I pulled onto the Hillmomba Casey's parking lot, with the intent of buying scratchers. There was a large white pickup truck parked in the HANDICAP space. It's clearly marked, with a stencil, and also a blue-and-white sign on the wall of the building. The truck was a crew cab, meaning a four-door truck meant for hauling passengers, and it had black writing on the side proclaiming that it was associated with a well-known construction company out of St. Louis, a mere 60 miles north.

Huh. That was curious. Why would a driver of a construction company's truck need to park in a handicap space? Is there a differently-abled job available at a construction company, that requires a truck that can haul five or more employees?

I parked to the right side of it, way at the end of the building, where there's not really a parking space. It was an area in front of the dumpster and air hose. I figured the trash truck wouldn't be needing access on a Friday evening around 4:30.

I hobbled into the store. I didn't know who was driving that truck, and had parked there. But on my way out, a guy came up from behind me to climb in. I think he was holding a couple of 20-oz sodas. He was early 40s. Didn't seem to have any disability that I could tell. 

I wish I had taken a picture of that truck parked in the handicap space, to send it to the construction company. I'm pretty sure such behavior would be frowned-upon...