Monday, February 2, 2015

My Fellow Man





      Yesterday we were on our way back from a family visit and stopped by CVS to pick up a few things. Since those things were for Mr. WW, I stayed in the car. We had snagged a parking place right in front of the building – the only one in that row not a handicapped spot. (I wasn’t terribly surprised because I’ve learned over the years that while I have few, if any, innate talents, I do have parking karma.)
          As I sat there waiting, not unlike the family golden retriever, I saw a young man bound out of the building to the giant SUV next to us. He jogged over to his car, sprang into it in one fluid motion, and peeled out.
          No handicapped tag.
          When his car, so huge that it had blotted the sun from ours, pulled out, it revealed a sedan in the next slot over. Soon a well-dressed woman in perhaps her early fifties tip-tapped out in spike-heeled boots. They went well with her black ski jacket and form-fitting leather pants. She was pushing a cart filled with a double case of bottled water. She pushed the cart to her trunk, opened it, and with no apparent effort at all, lifted and deposited what had to be at least twenty pounds of water. As the piece de resistance before she left, even though she was only four feet from the front of the building, she pushed the cart to the side, effectively blocking anyone wishing to use the parking space next to her.
          And yes, you guessed it. No handicapped tag of any kind on her car. 

14 comments:

  1. I hate people like that. And hate is not something I come to easily. I can just see some handicapped person having to face the mess that these lazy and ignorant fools create.

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  2. It is so common I conclude we are becoming a society in which the young eat the old.

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  3. I was just about to get up from here and get to work...but HAD to comment. It makes me so mad to see somebody pull into a handicap spot and sit there finishing a cigarette before getting out, throwing it on the ground and walking in the store! How are they handicapped? I've been so tempted to walk past and say, "gosh, I'm sorry you are handicapped. What happened"? These are people with the handicapped stickers!

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    1. I hear you, my dear. Good thing you and I aren't the ones in charge of handing out those stickers!
      Or then again. . . .

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  4. The same thing happens here. These people must be out of their freakin minds to be so inconsiderate and selfish.

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  5. I will go far out of my way to NOT block a handicap parking spot. My sister is handicapped and when I take her where ever she is going I drop her off at the front then park my car...and she has a sticker. We think there are far more less fortunate that need this spot. I can't imagine the breaking of this rule.

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    1. Thanks for your comment, Gail. It's useful to hear from someone directly affected by these rimless zeroes.

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  6. Where is a cop when you need them? :(

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  7. Where are the parking inspectors when you need them?
    That sort of thing goes on out here too, although there aren't so many handicapped parking spaces available.

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  8. I am actually pretty amazed at how few people do stuff like that here. The handicapped spots are used by actual handicapped people. Our meter people are on top of things, and it costs you $150 if you are caught. My friend John who had his knees replaced in December got a sticker for his truck, but anybody seeing him get in and out would know he's handicapped. :-)

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  9. I hate that too especially since a friend of mine, who lost both his arms to the elbows in an electrical accident, was lectured by the mall police for parking in a handicapped spot. He was informed that the spots were for people who had difficulty walking, not lifting. He was embarrassed and accepted the reprimand humbly.
    Since I moved here, it seems every other car has a handicapped license plate decal. We are either the sickest or laziest state. My icy glare has zerp effect as they sprint into the store.

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    1. Good for you, Patti!
      Wouldn't it be neat if we all had cards we could hand to these people asking,
      "Do you really need that handicapped spot?"

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  10. You've just got to hope that karma is a real thing. I believe it is.

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