You'll never guess what happened at the Gas Station Chicken Store on Tuesday. Or maybe you will. I was reunited with an old acquaintance.
Heh, heh! I had arrived during my usual afternoon window, between 2:35 and 3:00. I cashed in a $50 winner for some tickets and cash. Talked a minute with Man Owner while the cashier was getting my scratchers. Turned to walk out, and came face-to-face with White Truck Dude. Oh, HE KNOWS! He knows that I know he is the rumpushole who parks in the handicap space every day. You could see it on his self-important mug when our eyes met.
As I rounded the corner of the building, there was his white truck, parked nose-to-nose with T-Hoe. Too bad, so sad that he had to park in the FREE AIR space this time. I was dying to snap a picture for your viewing pleasure, but there was a woman sitting in the passenger seat! Every other time, White Truck Dude has been alone. I resisted the photo op. It's not like she would jump out and try to take my phone away. But I have no issue with HER. She might not even know he parks there all the time. What's he gonna do, start complaining as he drives up: "There's that dang ample-rumpused old handicap lady parked in my space!"
Sweet, sweet revenge, even though it was purely a coincidence. Maybe he thought I'd been tattling on him to Man Owner, who is usually not out front during this time.
Man Owner really ought to remind folks that the spot needs a placard to be used. And the person who the placard is registered to, needs to be in the damn vehicle to boot.
ReplyDeleteI suppose they could tape a sign on the clear sneeze-guard divider that separates the cashiers from us diseased people! They regularly post a picture of their weekly gas drawing winner. So a notice beside it might get attention. Although the rumpusholes who park there would probably just chuckle.
DeleteMaybe you can keep getting yor rightful place just by being a couple of minutes early each time. That should keep the rumpus hole's nose out of joint.
ReplyDeleteI have found him there over an hour's time period now. So I can't predict which days he might be there between 2:30-3:00, or 3:30-4:00. It's like I'm a rumpushole magnet. He's there when I'm there.
DeleteGive him a smug little look next time.
ReplyDeleteI DID give him the single raised-eyebrow! Like, "REALLY?" But not enough to goad him into handicap-parking-space-rage, and endanger myself.
DeleteGlad you got one on him! What a selfish idiot!!!
ReplyDeleteHe did not appear happy, having walked an extra 25 feet. That's nothing for people with two reasonable knees, but painful for me.
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