I got a new stone in my shoe to bitch about now...
I went to the Mall this morning to return an ox-cart sized load of stuff I bought when I'd accidentally left all my shopping wisdom at home. Naturally, I would've loved to park somewhere closer to the door than a distance I'd normally take a commercial airline to reach: I had a BIG load.
Anyway, coming around the corner I noticed the usual handicapped spots. I expected they'd be empty, so no surprises here, BUT a couple of spots next to them weren't taken either: God must like me today. As I got to them, they were posted as reserved for moms, kids, and future (soon) moms. I parked Waaaaayy across the lot and dragged my stuff. (I now know how Lewis and Clark must've felt dragging their stuff across America.) Passing the previously empty 'Mom' spot I noticed a young woman had just pulled in and had put her snot-nosed little bugger into a wheeled contraption which she merrily pushed with one hand as she strolled along, lighting a cigarette with the other, free hand. I wondered who will be blessed with privileged parking next. A few suggestions: People with bunions; the cross-eyed; the full bladdered; the directionally challenged (they get lost easily); those who need new shoes.
What started as a reasonable, kind, and considerate practice of ensuring that less mobile people have an easier time getting to the store seems to be in danger of becoming yet another pain in the arse as people insist on tinkering with a great idea until it becomes a nuisance.
End of rant,
PW. |
