Once again, Val's rightful handicap space was taken by the white pickup truck dude who has absolutely nothing wrong with him except being a rumpushole. I've lost track of how many times he has been parked in my handicap space. Here's the picture after I backed up to leave:
Sunday, I was approaching my rightful handicap space from the front, placard swinging from the mirror, when White Truck Dude shot in from the back alley and TOOK MY SPACE! Oh, he saw me coming. In fact, he was in such a hurry to steal my space that he parked crookedly!
I looped around and pulled in behind. I know he saw me in the mirror. He sat there a few minutes. Then got out and went inside. I hobbled along, not sure if he would ever return. He has a way of drawing out his visits. Good thing I didn't wait. Inside, White Truck Dude was good-ol'-boying with Fave. He wanted a draw ticket, and she made him step aside to fill out the form for his numbers.
Once I had made my purchases, I hobbled back outside to find an air-sucker blocking me in! Not really his fault, because he needed air, and I had needed to park in the space closest to the FREE AIR hose. Not that it's designated for such a purpose.
Anyhoo... I waited until Air Guy was done pumping. What else could I do? I couldn't ram into him with T-Hoe. And I couldn't get out forward because of Rumpushole White Truck Guy being parked crooked.
What excuses can "you people" (is that triggering?) make for White Truck Guy this time?
"Oh, Val. Were there markings showing it was a handicap space?"
"Val, you are just cranky in your old age."
"Not all handicaps are visible."
"Maybe he isn't from around there, and doesn't know it's a handicap space."
"He might have been in a hurry to use the bathroom."
"Maybe he was planning to only be in there for a few seconds."
NO! This guy knows exactly what he's doing! He SAW me heading for that space, with my placard swinging! He has no placard. No handicap plate. He does not belong in that space.
