It’s the middle of September and for Southern California, it can literally be some of the hottest weather… and yesterday was probably the hottest day we have had this year So I thought it would be nice to pack the chitlins* up and take ‘em for a picnic at the park. There were a lot of team sports out playing ball and soccer, and maybe people just like me wanting to get the kids out of the house and into some shade. So needless to say, it was also quite a busy afternoon for parking.
It took me circling the driveway for about close to fifteen minutes before I finally landed a spot. Hot damn, it was like the lottery, I got a spot right at the end and even got me a little bit of shade. So I pack up the kids and the picnic essentials and start walking. Right then as I walked up to the sidewalk, a big Ford truck pulls into the handicapped stall on side of me… passing it, but then he stopped and started to back his truck into the space.
I have to admit that the blue lines were barely visible; even when I drove around the first time, I almost pulled into the space. So I thought maybe this guy didn’t know that it was Handicapped parking, so when he jumped out of the truck, I casually said to him, “that’s a handicapped spot,” actually thinking I was doing him a favor.
Well apparently I wasn’t because he remarked back… and not so nicely I might add… “YEA, I know.”
Hmmm. So this has me thinking about these handicapped placards. Is the point of having Disability plates just to give a bunch of normal people a great parking space? I mean, there is a point to handicapped stickers isn’t there?
And… if you take the space, doesn’t that mean that someone who actually needs it will NOT be able to park? To me, that is worse than someone just parking there. It’s like you are saying a few thing… a) you are pretending to have a limiting disability in order to get preferred parking and b) your ego is that big that you feel entitled to that space and c) you don’t care about anyone but yourself.
Just because your wife takes grandma to dialysis twice a week, doesn’t mean… asshole… that you can simply park where-ever-the-fuck you want for the rest of the week Jerk-off.**
So if you are someone that is using… I mean abusing, a handicapped placard for your own use, get a clue. I certainly hope your children do not have a front-row seat to the example you are setting. But if you either disagree with me or you want to clarify some information I have written here or downright want prove me wrong, feel free to write me back at iamanassholeandhavesomethingtosay@yahoo.com then please, explain to me how I am wrong.
And in the mean time, get off your fat, lazy ass and WALK.
* kids
** Jerk-off – the asshole who has no regard for anyone but himself
