Thursday, June 21, 2007

Don't Get Me Started

I parked on the back forty when I went to Wal-Mart today. It was warm here in Alabama. I had walked for what seemed like miles for the shelter of the store and as I got near the building a young girl whipped into a handicap parking spot, hopped out of her car, and practically jogged into the store. I glared at her like she was a terrorists but she was un-fazed. When I looked at her car, it had a handicapped tag on it.
I thought to myself now isn't that interesting. I know for a fact that Alabama has loose restrictions on passing out handicapped tags, but if this girl was handicapped I'm saxophone. I don't think she had so much as a hangnail. I know it's a small infraction in the scheme of things, but it just doesn't sit right with me. If it tried that stunt I would be afraid the Good Lord would say "oh, Rick, I didn't realize you wanted to park up close" and WHAM I get hit by a drunken sailor; break my back, both my legs and an elbo. "OK Bubba, now you can get you a tag and park there legally!"
You know what else drives me crazy? Those little index sized advertisements that fall out when I open my magazine......people who go through the express lane with two hundred items and try to pay for the spree with a third party check.......................What burns you up?

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous8:26 PM

    If the people who abuse the handicapped parking ever have a loved one that needs that parking space maybe it will teach them to think of other peoples needs before they do something as stupid as take a space meant for someone that can't walk!!!! Geeeezzzz!


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