Friday I went to the Sis-Town Casey's to get gas for T-Hoe and scratchers for myself. I always park at the pump, and go inside to pay as I get my tickets. I don't like using a card for gas. We're a cash household for incidental stuff like that, unless going on a trip.
On my way back out to pump the gas, I was dismayed when a small car pulled into the striped walkway where I must descend from the sidewalk. These old knees don't like uneven surfaces, and even on a ramp, I must creep down slowly. Anyhoo... this car blatantly parked RIGHT IN THE RAMP AREA as I was gimping towards it.
I resisted the urge to give the driver my teacher stinkeye. You never know who's packin' these days. So I limped down the sliver of ramp left available for me. Didn't even slam my fist down on the hood of their blue compact car, which was also an urge.
Once back to T-Hoe, waiting for my gas to flow in, I took a picture for evidence! These were not people in need of a ramp (which they had blocked). It was two young gals. In fact, the driver remained in the car! If her companion had needed the ramp, or to be let out near the door, she could have parked there momentarily for the disembarking, then moved her car and come back for the pickup. But no. They were obviously entitled to park in the striped walkway.
As you can see, there is a parking space available one car to the right. Which would leave the handicap space they also blocked, as well as the striped walkway, available for those who need them.
I suppose they thought they could avoid the $100 fine for parking in the handicap space, though clearly they are preventing anyone else from using it. Nor could anybody get a wheelchair up that sliver of ramp they (probably unknowingly) left available.
Two tires in the handicap space, the rest of the car in the striped walkway. No excuse for that.
My standard practice is to block out any license numbers, because people don't ask for their personal information to be exposed on my blog. I'm not making the effort this time.
These two were kind of asking for it...