Val doesn't ask for much. But one of her desires is a vehicle that will get her to town and back once a day, and a close place to park with room to have T-Hoe's door open fully when exiting and entering. Apparently, that's TOO MUCH for Val's wish list.
Monday, I was over in School-Turn Town, at the Casey's, for scratchers. When I pulled onto the parking lot, there was a truck parked next to the handicap space. It was within its lines, but close. So, seeing this problem ahead of time, I parked T-Hoe a skoosh over, leaving myself room to open the door and get out.
You can clearly see here that I parked off-center. Not a big deal, because on my right side was a striped walkway thingy. So I wasn't in anybody else's parking spot. UNLESS they decided to park on top of a striped walkway.
My wildest dreams were that this truck would still be parked here when I came out. But that was not to be.
At least, with the truck gone, there were two empty parking spaces on T-Hoe's left. I know, because I walked across them, rather than down the sidewalk, which would have been taking a chance on catching a toe on the pallets holding their cases of water.
Anyhoo... I made it to T-Hoe, and opened my door. Just then, a little copper-colored car came along behind T-Hoe, wanting to park in that space. I don't know why! There was the other space beside it, right in front of the door. But Copper wanted to park by me. Too bad, so sad. I was there first. I already had my door open. I climbed in as usual. Not rushing. Nothing good comes of rushing.
The Copper car sat there, half in, half out, of the adjacent parking space. Once I was in, with door closed, it pulled forward.
It's not a great picture, taken through T-Hoe's dirty window, in a hurry, while the Copper driver was sitting inside. I was not quite sure she might take offense, and try to open up a can of whip-rumpus on me. However, you can see that after all that waiting, and with an empty space still on her left, she PARKED OVER THE LINE! Good thing I was already in. That doofus could have parked within her lines while I had T-Hoe's door wide open. But noooo. Had to sit there waiting, just to park badly.
This wasn't the only rumpus-chapeau on the parking lot that day! Looking out T-Hoe's passenger window, there's another example.
That is NOT a parking space!!! There could be three or four spaces here. I usually park there at the far right, when the handicap space is crowded or not available. You can see the yellow line where a car should pull up to with its front bumper. Some weirdos park parallel to that yellow line, which also ruins three parking spaces. I don't know why people are such rumpus-chapeaus.
The way this Angle Car was parked made me want to pull up alongside it, and fling T-Hoe's very heavy door open. Again and again. Whoopsie! A dent? Oh, well. I'm pretty sure I'm older, and positive I have more insurance.