Oh, the douchebaggery.
I have discovered something worse than Boston drivers... Boston PARKERS. I don’t mean parallel parking on narrow winding 300-year old streets (because that I can deal with), but the actual douchebaggery that occurs in self-park parking lots is UNREAL.
My company kindly reserves a certain number of handicapped spots for expecting mothers, painted with a little stork – and since I found out about our little Peach, I have been taking full advantage. Let me tell you, the days I was throwing up in a baggie in my car and having muscle aches and headaches, this little rectangle sanctuary was my saving grace. Taking the stairs even one flight while dizzy and gagging with heavy bags would have killed me dead.
I usually get here a little on the earlier side while spots are free and I glide in to the handicapped (pregnant) spot guilt-free. However today, I got here a little on the late-ish side... Pulled up to my preggy parking, and screeched on the breaks. Some selfish A-hole had parked in the regular spot next to the one remaining preggy spot, with their tires into the handicapped/pregnant spot so I couldn’t fit in!!!!! Who blocks a handicapped pregnant parking spot!? Even if I could have squeezed the car in, I could not have squeezed my belly out.
I don’t know how long I sat cursing out that black Accord while traffic piled up behind me. YOU’LL WAIT WHILE I CURSE. (Peach. Earmuffs.) Steaming, I continue to the second floor... where everyone with a freaking SUV (or not) is parking in 2 spots in all prime spots on the 2nd floor. I park every single day here exactly between the yellow lines. It is not difficult. Plenty of room, even for these nose-picking fools.
So today I’m on the 3rd floor, not really close to the stairs. I walked all the way down, thinking about how I’m 27-years old and have never keyed a car before....
Any more creative ideas than keying a car are welcome.
My company kindly reserves a certain number of handicapped spots for expecting mothers, painted with a little stork – and since I found out about our little Peach, I have been taking full advantage. Let me tell you, the days I was throwing up in a baggie in my car and having muscle aches and headaches, this little rectangle sanctuary was my saving grace. Taking the stairs even one flight while dizzy and gagging with heavy bags would have killed me dead.
I usually get here a little on the earlier side while spots are free and I glide in to the handicapped (pregnant) spot guilt-free. However today, I got here a little on the late-ish side... Pulled up to my preggy parking, and screeched on the breaks. Some selfish A-hole had parked in the regular spot next to the one remaining preggy spot, with their tires into the handicapped/pregnant spot so I couldn’t fit in!!!!! Who blocks a handicapped pregnant parking spot!? Even if I could have squeezed the car in, I could not have squeezed my belly out.
I don’t know how long I sat cursing out that black Accord while traffic piled up behind me. YOU’LL WAIT WHILE I CURSE. (Peach. Earmuffs.) Steaming, I continue to the second floor... where everyone with a freaking SUV (or not) is parking in 2 spots in all prime spots on the 2nd floor. I park every single day here exactly between the yellow lines. It is not difficult. Plenty of room, even for these nose-picking fools.
So today I’m on the 3rd floor, not really close to the stairs. I walked all the way down, thinking about how I’m 27-years old and have never keyed a car before....
Any more creative ideas than keying a car are welcome.
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