So, in the past week I've seen two posts in regard to people being mad at the person parking in a "special" spot in the parking lot.
1. someone was undoubtedly perturbed by the fact that a seemingly "non-pregnant" person parked in the "Expectant Mother" parking spot. Now, granted, she might not have been pregnant and could have been abusing the privilege. However, if she was and wasn't showing, she could have had the worst nausea known to man and just wanted to run in and run out.
Who the heck are we to decide who gets to take advantage of a spot or not??? It's like a movie I saw once where they let the kids keep hitting in the Tball game because there were "no outs". What? Who cares. There is not going to be a monitor making sure that each person parking there is an expectant mother, just like there aren't an infinite amount of outs in baseball. There is always a reason for something, but there are always those people who will cut corners to get a closer parking spot.
2. Then I saw another post from a person about another person who had used the handicap parking spot and in their opinion, that person was NOT handicap, but simply overweight. So this person complaining is a doctor now?? Interesting.
My dad has a handicap sticker. You can't tell that he is handicap. He looks normal. Isn't overweight. Doesn't have a walker or wheelchair. And yea, he might abuse the privilege sometimes to get a closer spot at the rodeo or grocery store, but his lungs and immune system aren't like ours - being outside is more dangerous for him than us. Walking long distances is harder on him than us. Have you had a double lung transplant lately? Didn't think so.
Think before you... think, really. Don't even let the thought cross your mind when you see things like this. It makes you an ugly person inside, spiteful and bitter. It is not our place to judge but just to do what is right. Don't tell me you've never cut a corner, or told a white lie to get ahead or come out in a better situation, because that my friend, would be a true lie.
Plus, if your husband is like mine, you get used to walking far distances because he ALWAYS parks in the back. Unless I get lucky, he drops me off at the front then parks.
The end.
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