I walked out to my car yesterday afternoon and was much chagrined to find that some a-hole had parked their BMW about six inches off my port side. Jerk. I purposefully park far away from other people so as to avoid any door dinging. It means I have to park in the very back, but that's okay with me. I have legs.
So as I'm cursing and trying to shoehorn myself into the driver's seat, I look down through this person's window and see an uneopened peice of mail. Aha, gotcha goddamnit! I'm going to get your name off that peice of mail and harbor a silent grudge against you, you fucking prick! So I did, and I do.
But then I saw something sitting next to the envelope that lightened my mood. I felt instantly avenged in my irritation at this person, and even smiled. What could it have been, the simple sighting of which would quench my anger and soothe my ill temper? Why, it was a big ol' box of these.
That's what happens to people who spend their lives irritating others. Fate smiles upon them and says, "Now you shall piss yourself forever more...bitch."
Similar thing happened to me at the doctor's office last month...except I wasn't parked in Egypt because being pregnant carries some rights (like not having to walk across the Sahara to get inside a building).
I was parked up front near the office entrance and when I went in there was nobody parked on my left side. I drive a Jeep, but I still know how to get in the middle of a space so folks can get their doors open. When I came out, some dumbass Molly Maid employee had parked her little p.o.s. work car so close to my left side that I could barely slide through.
The worst part was that the idiot was IN THE CAR and could see me struggling to get my big belly through that little allyway between the two cars. Instead of moving, she just sat there pretending to be oblivious. If I were fluent in Spanish I would have ripped her a new one.
One of my pet peeves is how inconsiderate people can be when parking in parking lots. Things like parking in a handicap space when it is obvious they are not handicapped. People tend to abuse the handicap tag hanging from the rear view. People who take up two spaces. People who park to close to your car as in your case. People who park and decide to throw their trash under the car as they get out, etc.
My way of sharing my displeasure to these people was to make up a bunch of business cards with different sayings that pertained to the way they parked. A couple of examples would be:
Thats funny, you don't look handicapped to me
Oh, sorry, I guess you are because you cannot read.
Thanks for taking up two spaces
You inconsiderate son-of-a-bitch.
After watching you throw your trash under your car, I want to thank you for showing everyone how you live at home.
You can come up with your own little sayings but you get the idea. Just keep a stack of these cards in your car and when opportunity presents itself slap one on their windshield or car door. If you have nothing to do for awhile sit and wait until they come out and watch their reaction once they read the card. Its great.
One of my pet peeves is how inconsiderate people can be when parking in parking lots. Things like parking in a handicap space when it is obvious they are not handicapped. People tend to abuse the handicap tag hanging from the rear view. People who take up two spaces. People who park to close to your car as in your case. People who park and decide to throw their trash under the car as they get out, etc.
My way of sharing my displeasure to these people was to make up a bunch of business cards with different sayings that pertained to the way they parked. A few examples would be:
Thats funny, you don't look handicapped to me
Oh, sorry, I guess you are because you cannot read.
Thanks for taking up two spaces
You inconsiderate son-of-a-bitch.
After watching you throw your trash under your car, I want to thank you for showing everyone how you live at home.
You can come up with your own little sayings but you get the idea. Just keep a stack of these cards in your car and when opportunity presents itself slap one on their windshield or car door. If you have nothing to do for awhile sit and wait until they come out and watch their reaction once they read the card. Its great.
Sorry for the double post. I have no idea what happened.
Sompopo, just because a person doesn't *look* handicapped to you doesn't mean they don't need the tag. That person may have just had surgery or have heart trouble. This is a particular peeve of mine because we have the tags on our vehicles.
In Virginia, the tags grant the vehicle the right to park in a handicap spot, so technically, the crip doesn't have to be there. Most people don't abuse that fact, but those that do aren't breaking the letter of the law.
Technically they may not be breaking the law but if the person is not handicapped and taking advantage because of the tag then I feel he or she is being inconsiderate to the ones who are.
Just because you *can* do something doesn't mean you should... I agree, the *letter* of the law does not give anyone the right to be inconsiderate...
I had a friend years ago who lost a leg to cancer. He still played golf and skiied (among other things) and walked with only the slightest hint of a limp. Of course, he had a crip tag (windsheild hangy thing, not tags). He rarely used it, unless it was one of those blantant situations where the lot was full except for the 28 HC spots up front - and even then if his wife was with him she would always yell at him to limp harder when they can too/from the car.
I have another friend I take to concerts who has MD and is wheelchair bound. We always try to arrive early to make sure we can get handicap parking - and when you actually NEED it, it's amazing on how hard it can be to get a spot. And then of course, just pushing him through the throngs of people at a concert highlights how selfish and inconsiderate most people really are.
Bottom line - respect the HC spots. And pray you never really need them...
The wife's super-dooper pet peeve is HC parking. When she was younger she lived with a grandparent who had only one leg, and remembers what a PITA it was to get around when some jackass parked in the HC spots without a tag.
Seriously, when she sees people do that shit, she leaves longass notes on their windsheilds.