Seeing Spots

So we went to the supermarket yesterday and Judy spent like I swear to God five hours circling around the parking lot looking for a parking space that was “close enough” to the door, which I think in her case means it’s somehow closer to the door than the sidewalk is.

I really don’t care if we have to walk a bit because the whole parking lot isn’t that big and when we come out we’ve got a shopping cart (”buggy” for my readers Down South and “torch” for those in Jolly Olde England) for the groceries, but apparently it’s a big deal to her. I don’t think it’s so much that she minds walking as she doesn’t want to think that anybody else has to walk less. Like, I asked her to just drop me off by the curb but she said there was no way I was getting a free ride to the front door if she had to schlep her ass across the pavement. So I asked her to drop me off at the far end of the parking lot because I’d still get inside the store faster that way and she just gave me a dirty look.

The thing is we passed a lot of perfectly good parking spots which Judy passed up because they weren’t good enough and you know what? I blame the handicapped. Or at least their spaces. They sit there at the front of the rows, being completely unusable and taunting Judy with their emptiness and convenience.

I don’t know why we have to have special spaces for the handicapped anyway. I know it’s supposed to be “for their own good” or whatever but I don’t think anybody likes being singled out like that. I don’t believe in defining people by their disabilities. Except for my friend Bovine Spongiform Enchepha-Larry, who has rickets. Everybody else, I try to define by the sound I think they’d make if you fired a can of soup at their head out of some kind of a giant magnetic slingshot. In my mind, most people end up being some sort of KA-SHPLORT noise, but some people get grouped together as THA-KRUNK.

The things you end up thinking about when circling around looking for a parking spot, huh?

~Ariella Rasputin Wallflower

5 Responses to “Seeing Spots”

  1. annoying says:

    1st!!!

  2. Fiona says:

    The title reminded me of a joke:

    “Everytime I close my eyes I see spots.”

    “Have you seen a doctor?”

    “No, just spots.”

  3. Justin says:

    In miserable new england we use shopping trolleys

  4. Tssha says:

    They never listen to logic, do they? Always a dirty look when confronted with logic…

  5. GuesssWho says:

    LOL!!!

    Meet the Bursar, pocket full of dunderheads!

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