Well, if we’re discussing all realistic consequences, the worst consequence would be to come out of the store and discover that you car is gone. Perhaps a bit draconian but I wouldn’t blame the store for wanting to keep the numbered pickup spots for their online sales free of deadbeat parkers. Alternatively, in some places mall security staff are authorized to write parking tickets – real, enforceable municipal ones, the usual charge being unauthorized parking on private property. It’s usually used when some yahoo parks at a shopping center and goes somewhere else for the day, such as taking a nearby subway to work.
I wouldn’t expect that to be the case without some officialese being on the sign (e.g. Muni. code blah-di-blah-di-blah, subsection narf.c.splick). Admittedly, I haven’t looked for any on the signs I’ve seen, and I tend to avoid those spots (I will happily take one that designates a spot for seniors, being 67 years old).
I believe I’ve seen such officialese on signs at shopping centers where illegal parking was particularly problematic, but (and IANAL) I wouldn’t think it’s necessary, depending on the specific laws of the jurisdiction. A shopping center is private property, just like my driveway. If some jackass parks in my driveway without my permission, I have the right to have his car removed, and in the process it will also be ticketed. A shopping center allows customers who shop there to park on their lot as a courtesy, often for a designated limited time like four hours. They are legally free to not allow anyone to park there at all, and use the lot for roller skating.
Dear veterinarians: When you sell pet meds out of your office, it’d be somewhat less ethically dubious if you 1) didn’t mark up the price by 100-200%, and 2) for those who want the prescription filled at an outside pharmacy that doesn’t gouge so much, charge them $45 to call in that prescription, which is 3) good for only a limited time, so you can 4) charge them another high prescription-writing charge as soon as possible.
I appreciate the work vets do and realize their pay isn’t all that great, but there should be greater transparency about their drug-selling activities.*
*drug company payments to MDs must be publicly disclosed under a provision of the ACA; not so for vets as far as I know.
Diaper rash cream is also effective, on the yeast infection, as well as prevention.
And they do make a pad that helps, though using it daily would get expensive https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M6386B1/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1
Many years ago I worked at Toys R Us. (It was my first real steady job.) At one of our employee meetings we would have each month at the store, our director addressed some parking complaints we’d had.
First, he pointed out that even though we had designated handicapped parking spots, we couldn’t enforce that. The spots were marked with handicap logos painted on the pavement, but not signs. We needed to have actual, official signs installed for it to be enforceable, and the company was too cheap to waste the expense. (The corporation was a piece of shit and I celebrated when it went belly up recently.)
People would also park RVs at the back of the lot, parked sideways across multiple spaces. It also wasn’t enforceable to have them towed.
This was in the mid 90s. We couldn’t do much about our parking lot. At least at that time in that municipality, we didn’t have much control over our parking area, at least not in the case of getting law enforcement assistance.
Thanks. I do have prescription nystatin.
Now here is what qualifies as a true and proper mini-rant – definitely mini, but definitely rant-worthy!
I just drove over to the supermarket to pick up just a small number of items. I checked the sandwich section on my way by and by gum, they had my favourite turkey sub and tuna salad on white, both freshly made according to the timestamp.
So I brought everything home and as I was putting stuff into the fridge, the package containing the tuna salad sandwich came undone and the sandwich smashed into the floor right in front of the fridge, the one place in the house that probably gets the absolute maximum of foot traffic. Of course it came apart, one half of it landing with the tuna filling conveniently floor-side-down.
I put it together again and briefly considered just eating it, but no. I would just spend the next two or three days interpreting every minor ache or distress as the onset of some horrible disease. I took advantage of the fact that the kitchen garbage bag was nearly full, threw it in there, took out the garbage along with some recycling, and now I’m just sitting here mad at myself just on general principle. But hey, I still have the turkey sub, which I will probably drop on the floor taking it out of the fridge. But at least the floor is now a lot cleaner than it was before.
Pork brains are $42.98 for four small cans! Are they crazy? Last time I bought some it was less than a dollar per can. I have to admit that I haven’t seen them in the grocery store for quite a while.
I feel you pain. The good doctor LSL prescribes a caesar or two to ease your pain. And a turkey sandwich.
But this time pay attention and use both paws there Ace!
I just read that McDonalds is phasing out some bakery type items, including the blueberry muffin. I didn’t know McDonalds had a blueberry muffin, I would have tried it. Fuck you McDonalds for not advertising that shit or otherwise letting me know that you had one.
I just checked and at least if you want them from Amazon, there are no other options. This might just be a “no competition” price.
The grocery stores I shop at don’t carry it either, searching from their apps.
Oh man, my chickens would love a dirty tuna sandwich. I have a goat also, but contrary to popular belief, he’s downright finicky. I thought I’d be feeding him on tin cans and flannel shirts.
You want blueberry muffins? I’ve got a recipe that’s incredibly easy to make. PM me if you’re interested.
I had filed late in 2021 and owe 150. I filed on time this April. Now they say I owe 244. 
Just had the ‘lump’ removed. It was Huge: 2 in x 2 in x 2 in inside the plastic container being sent to the lab. The local has worn off… and the stitches in my back hurt like a b-tch! No scrip for pain meds. Stiches will come out in August, but I’m supposed to do jury duty before then. The Dr. said that stitches in my back may get me out of it.
< Writers Conception >
"Your honor, may I approach the bench? Your Honor, I have recently had surgery on my back and I still have the stitches in. I am more than willing to show them to the Bailiff.
“Your Honor, on the best of days, I am a grumpy old man… but now I am a grumpy old man in near constant pain. With all due respect, I can’t see how justice is served with me serving on a jury in my present state…”
This morning started out nicely. Dropped off some stuff, had breakies out, came home had some time to spare before dr appt…
As I get up to go get shoes to leave for the appt., I see something on the floor. I thought it might be a nail sheath from one of the cats… as I got closer the full horrour was revealed.
It was a feline fang! One of the cats knocked out a tooth. Neither was bleeding and I now had 5 minutes to get to the dr.
When I returned I checked the cats for missing fang, lager of course. He did get a cut on his lip 2 weeks ago. I have no idea when the tooth thing happened.
Someone has a vet visit on Thursday. I’m sure this will be expensive.
I took your advice re the Caesars, and they did indeed soothe my troubled soul.
Alas, I could not take your advice about using both paws and nearly paid the price again. Today I took the turkey sub upstairs to the computer, and due to the safety concern when climbing stairs previously discussed, one paw perilously grasped both the paper plate containing the sub and a bottle of Coke, holding both with the finesse of a juggler. This of course opened up to the gods of Fate the awesome possibility of dumping the sub on the floor, but at least it left a paw free to grasp the railing and prevent the sub, the Coke, and this noble dog from all three flying into space and joining yesterday’s tuna salad sandwich in its unceremonious bespattering on the floor.
I am happy to announce that all turned out well, but Jeebus, life gets complicated for an old pup. This melancholy thought has suddenly necessitated the need for a Caesar. 
I spent too much time today dealing with administrative bullshit without making progress on any front. The address debacle continues. My agency, I have discovered, uses several different variations of our address on all of our official documents so I can’t verify our address to the federal government’s satisfaction. Any time I try to upload a document that might qualify I get an error message. So opened a second case with the help desk.
Meanwhile my boss keeps sending me documents to use that don’t fit the criteria I need. Here’s a letter showing a changed incorporation address with the correct business name but it’s missing our zip code. Here’s a bank statement with the correct address but an incomplete agency name.
Okay, that’s obviously fucked for today, how about I print a duplicate vehicle registration for my car, since I have no idea where mine is? Should be pretty easy. It says I can do it online. I fill out the form, process the request, says “you must print this documentation” only fucking problem is it doesn’t give me any documentation to print. No pop-ups, no email with instructions, no link, nothing. Okay guess I’m opening a help desk case with the Secretary of State now.
Called the local ABA place to see if we can get a tour - sorry, there’s a year long waiting list.
The only thing I got done today was scheduling a neurology appointment for my son since I think he has dyspraxia. But that’s not until September.
Time to cook dinner. 
Wait… You’re a dog? All this time, I didn’t know…