Disclaimer: This post is in the Pit only because it contains swearing. It is not a work of art nor a beautifully-crafted rant. I apologise in advance.
Today, I went to the local shopping mall with MaxBabe. We were only stopping by to quickly duck into the food court and pick up some sushi for lunch. Yet, being Easter and all, every suburban mall-crawler was there, so parking spots were at a premium.
We circled two or three times before finding a parking spot a couple spots down from the disabled spots (ie right next to the entrance of the mall). We got out, relieved that we’d finally found a spot.
As we’d been circling, I noticed a guy driving his truck around looking for a spot too. To my surprise, when we got out of our car I saw this guy parking his big-arse truck in the wheelchair spots.
SPOTS. Yes, he managed to take up TWO wheelchair spots, by straddling the lines with his truck. In the process, he knocked over a sign with the unnecessarily-large dickheadmobile. The sign clearly identified the spots as wheelchair zones. And if the sign didn’t do it for him, then the very large wheelchair signs painted on the ground should’ve alerted him to this fact.
I stopped in my tracks. Everything about what he’d just done annoyed me. I waited patiently for him to start to get out of his truck, as I observed there was NO wheelchair sticker on his windscreen, and that he appeared to have two completely functional legs.
“You don’t have a wheelchair sticker mate”, I stated calmly.
“WHAT?!?!”
“You don’t have a wheelchair sticker on your car mate. That’s a wheelchair zone”. Foolish me, for thinking this nimrod would immediately realise the errors of his ways and move his fucktardmobile.
“Oh, and that’s a problem for you, is it???” replies dimwit.
I was stunned, but replied nonetheless. “Yes, I believe it is”.
He started ranting about how he was sick of “YOU people” , and how he thinks it’s “wonderful that you have a problem with it”, and (paraphrased), “boo hoo poor baby”, and he wasn’t gonna move his truck. Presumably, by “you people” he meant “people who know right from wrong”.
MaxBabe was getting worried. “Max”, she said, “just let it go honey, come on, let’s go inside”.
At this point Fucktard got out of his truck. Oh shit. He’s almost as big as that truck, and could kill me with a single punch. Time to walk away.
I turned away, threw my hands in the air, and started walking to the mall. I took note of his licence plate, with the intention of reporting it to mall security staff.
Meanwhile, two people were returning to the carpark from the shops. They caught the tail end of this conversation and berated him until he spat the dummy and drove his fucktruck away. Thankyou, shopping mall strangers! You did a great thing today!
I feel great for participating in this! Why? I am SICK of cretinous fucks who think societal rules don’t apply to them! “Wheelchair zone? HA! I don’t see any wheelchair-bound people around, so screw 'em! I’m too lazy to find a normal parking spot, so it’s my spot now!” Fuck you arsehole! You got far less than what you deserved today, but hey, if it makes you think twice about it in the future, GOOD! You malodorous pond scum!
It’s just as well he left. If that truck had been there when we’d returned, I might’ve felt the need to let his tyres down. Except that it might’ve prevented legitimate wheelchair spot users from parking there.
I’d like to think that somewhere, this has racked up another point in the karma stakes. Yet there is a part of me that was highly disturbed by this interaction. The guy could’ve put my lights out in a flash. Worse, he would’ve walked away thinking he’d done nothing wrong. Still, I think I did the right thing. Far too often, people get away with bad behaviour because no-one calls them on it. Not this time!
Max.
PS I apologise now to the owners of any vehicle that might match the description of the above-mentioned knobheadmobile. Please rest assured that this guy’s vehicle was a dickwitcar only by virtue of being unfortunate enough to be driven by this particular knuckle-dragger.