Today was Wednesday, so I went thrift store shopping at the Goodwill where blue tags were 50% off and Senior Day purchases were 30% off. All-in-all a good deal. It seems that when I go on Wednesday it’s either “feast or famine.” Today was certainly the mother lode of “feast.” I found a sofa cover for one of my RV sofa’s, some great kitchen items, and leaded crystal Pinot Noir glasses with the stamp Mikasa.
My cart was full of goodies, and the store manager told me to pull up near the door since the carts have the vertical pole so you can’t get out the door. No problem. I took the first bag to my Honda CR-V and moved it in the walkway near the door.
As I was getting out of my car, a guy parked next to me in a handicapped space started giving me “attitude” as well as grief. It started with
Him: “You can’t park there.”
Me: “I’m just picking up my bags, and I’ll just be a minute.”
Him: “That’s not a space – you’re gonna get a ticket if a cop comes by.”
Me: “Uh, no – the MANAGER told me to park here to load my bags.”
Him: “Well, you still can’t do that.”
Me: “I think you need to mind your own business.”
I told the manager and he helped me carry my bags to the car. Gee – what IS it with some people? He was sitting in his car in a handicapped space probably waiting on his wife. He was on oxygen and had a motorized cart on the back of his car.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sorry he’s in poor health. However, that’s no reason to “light into” me – especially when I was just doing what the store manager told me.
It was much the same in the “dysfunctional” RV group that I recently belonged to. Isn’t there anything better for these sad people to do? I suppose I just need to start ignoring jerks and idiots.
What IS it with some people? Just sayin’…
Update: Some people just don’t know how to read (obviously). I received a “snippy” comment from a woman who apparently believed I parked in a handicapped space. Again, I parked in the STRIPED WALKWAY to load items into my car with the manager’s suggestion. I still stand firm in that it was none of the man’s business. I wasn’t hurting him, and he obviously had nothing better to do than try to “fluff my feathers.”
And please, don’t get me started on people who have a handicapped plate/tag and misuse it or don’t need one at all. A person (once again from the unmentioned RV group) was able to ride his motorcycle in the desert and hike, but pulled out what he called his “handi-crapper” tag for premier parking.