Except maybe last Monday.
Ok, so maybe it was that Monday wasn't the greatest day at work, or the fact that we were about to have company and all I wanted to do was pick up something to grill so we could be good hosts. Whatever the case, I drove into the grocery store parking lot, which was very packed in the immediately-after-work hour. I was cut off by a black Audi who was driving extremely aggressively for a parking lot. The Audi whipped into the front handicap spot right next to the door, and I had a feeling.
I went and parked in the back of the lot, where there were spaces. As I walked toward the store, I could see that the Audi had its flashers on, and I almost knew for sure. Despite being on a tight timeframe, I veered to the left and took a look.
No handicap sticker. No handicap plate. Nothing. Just the flashers.
I walked into the store, wondering if I should talk to the manager. I decided that the manager was really not in a position to be able to do anything about the able-bodied person who decided to park in the handicap spot.
I picked up a basket. I thought about all the people I know that have a legitimate need for that spot. I thought about what happens when those folks can't access a spot because someone who's "only going inside for a minute" takes them.
And I just couldn't let it go.
I looked around, and the car was still there. Not knowing who the owner was, and despite my own tight timeframe, I looked through my purse, found a notebook, and, on 4 x 6 paper, wrote: "Flashers to not give you permission to park here." I walked back out of the store, put my basket on the hood of the car, and stuck my note under the windshield wiper. I made sure it was obvious to anyone getting in the car that it was there.
You know what? I hope it ruined that guy's day. I hope he (and I am almost completely positive it was a he, although my memory is in fact vague on the subject because I only briefly saw the driver behind tinted glass.) got mad. I hope he was embarrassed. I hope his mood was ruined for good or bad reasons and even if he was just mad that I left him a note, I hope he was forced to stop feeling good for a moment.
Don't park in the handicap spot if you don't have a real need for it. If you have a body that works in typical fashion, stay out of the spot and consider yourself lucky that you have a body that will carry you the several additional feet from parking lot to store. Be glad you don't have to maneuver a wheelchair, cane, walker, or other assistance device to get around. And stay out of the terribly few spots reserved for people who ended up in a different physical condition than you did.
And be glad that I didn't have more time, because I surely could get behind an act like this one: