I Swear, There's One Born Every Minute

Even if the law enforcement officers who enforce the law in Hillmoma went on a round-up spree and locked away every ne'er-do-well to ever park in a handicap space without reason...there would still be people parking in Mrs. HM's rightful handicap space. It's generational, I think. Those parents must have been begetting huge broods of children 35-45 years ago, and teaching them this entitled behavior.

Saturday, I drove onto the parking lot of the Gas Station Chicken Store, and saw only three cars there. It was Fave, the cashier's car, parked out by the front. Then a car at the FREE AIR hose with a lady airing up her tires. And a maroon small SUV parked nose-in IN MY RIGHTFUL HANDICAP SPACE!

You know from my plethora of pictures of the parking space violators that there are only those two spaces along the building. FREE AIR, and HANDICAP. End to end. The lines clearly show the outline. There is no angle parking. I have no idea why somebody would park nose to the building, at a 45 degree angle. They still used up the whole handicap space. There was no room for me to park like an angled idiot beside that maroon SUV.

As you might imagine, Mrs HM was mighty perturbed with this Maroon. Since nobody else was on the lot, I decided to wait in line for my handicap space. I've got a bad rumpus/leg, you know! And only the day before, I'd made my walk inside the GSCS without my cane! So proud! No way was I going to park farther away. I could wait this time.

I sat with T-Hoe running, my handicap placard dangling in full view from the mirror. A man who looked like a younger Geoffrey Zacharian (the Food Network chef) came out with a cup of coffee. Did not even look my way. He got into the driver's seat. Then opened the door and held that cup of coffee out, wiping it with a brown napkin. 

Heh, heh! Is it wrong of me to find pleasure in that action? First of all, he had to fill his own coffee cup at the GSCS. They only have white napkins there. So not only was this guy a bad parker, but also a bad cup filler, and somebody who has fast food napkins in his car because he's messy!

Maroon finally started up. Backed away from the building. Then squeezed right past me on the left, where there was barely room. He turned to go through the gas pump lanes, but didn't stop for gas. He seemed oblivious to the ire that was emanating from Mrs. HM. Ain't that always how it goes?