When I came out of the Gas Station Chicken Store on Monday afternoon, I saw that T-Hoe had company. An unwelcome visitor, at that!
Let the record show this is NOT a parking space. That white truck is blocking the driving lane, while T-Hoe is safely ensconced in Mrs. HM's rightful handicap parking space.
You can see how the parking lot is not marked off with stripes for parking. The diesel gas pumps are on the other side of that white truck. Nobody can park there for gas while it's blocking the drive-thru lane. They MIGHT possibly be able to squeeze in, but it's usually dump trucks and fire trucks that use it, and they take up a lot of room. There's the alley in front of the mailbox, where I cut through to get to Casey's.
If somebody had been parked in the FREE AIR space in front of T-Hoe, I would have needed to back way up across the three regular gas pump lanes to get around that white truck and find my way out. I don't like backing, since T-Hoe's backup beeper doesn't work. I don't want to run over anybody, no matter how much people piss me off!
As I wrote on the back of my scratchers, the driver of that white truck came out. A thin blond 30-something guy. No visible disability, no plates or placard for his truck, carrying a six-pack of beer. I'm pretty sure he begrudged me my rightful handicap space!
2 comments:
He can begrudge as much as he likes, but that won't change the fact you are entitled to that spot and he isn't. Shame on him too for blocking the drive lane.
River,
I guess he didn't want to wear out his young legs by walking too far to get that beer!
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