BarryG
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2008
- Messages
- 3,000
- Diagnosis
- 02/2008
- Country
- CA
- State
- Alberta
- City
- Hinton
I decided yesterday to mail out some letters so I loaded my walker into the back seat of the car and drove to the post office. As I pulled up I noticed that the handicap spot was occupied by a car with no sticker or placard and there were no other spots close by. So I decided to pull up behind the car in the spot and wait for them to come out and because of the layout I was able to do this without being in the way of anyone else. As I waited I was finishing addressing my letters and was a bit startled by a knock on the window. It was one of the post office workers asking me if I wanted to park in the HC spot, I nodded yes and she went into the building and a minute later an older woman came limping out to the car. Right at that time a parking spot right beside her came open so I pulled in there.
The woman moved her car from the HC spot to a spot about 30' away and limped back in to the post office to finish her business. So there I am sitting in my car (with a parking placard) in the slot next to an empty HC parking spot and feeling bad because I made this woman who had obvious mobilty issues but no handicap parking placard move her car and then I didn't even use the spot.
It is getting harder and harder for me to get around and if I go out I really have to think about where I am going to go and how I am going to get around and as a result I really get mad when someone makes it harder. No more Mr. Nice Guy, unless it is little old ladies (or hot chicks!).
The woman moved her car from the HC spot to a spot about 30' away and limped back in to the post office to finish her business. So there I am sitting in my car (with a parking placard) in the slot next to an empty HC parking spot and feeling bad because I made this woman who had obvious mobilty issues but no handicap parking placard move her car and then I didn't even use the spot.
It is getting harder and harder for me to get around and if I go out I really have to think about where I am going to go and how I am going to get around and as a result I really get mad when someone makes it harder. No more Mr. Nice Guy, unless it is little old ladies (or hot chicks!).