Parking as a Sport

Finding a good parking spot is like a sport. There’s the jockeying for position, patience, impatience, cursing, the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat.

The other day, I was in full game-day mode when I thought I’d scored with the best spot on the lot. It was just past the row of handicap signs. “Today is our lucky day!” I almost sang to my wife as I turned the steering wheel, only to see a strange sign I’d not seen before: It had a picture of a stork on it with a swaddled baby in its beak. “What the…?” I uttered.

The sign said “Reserved for Expectant Mothers.” Now the Oxford Dictionary defines expectant as: Having or showing an excited feeling that something is about to happen, especially something good. So I tried to talk Alex into it. “You’re excited to be here today, right?” “Maybe you’re expecting? I mean, ya’ never know?” But she wasn’t buying my game-day logic. We ended up in the back row near what had to have been employee parking. Unless you’re employee of the month of course, then you’re up front with the expectant mothers.

The rules of the game have changed. Along with the stork and other newcomers, we’ve now got “Hybrid” parking and “Electric Vehicle” parking, for example. Now I own a Hybrid, so I’m always happy to get that spot, but a small part of me feels like I just played a game resulting in a tie. I didn’t really earn that spot through my cat-like reflexes, brilliant hand-eye coordination or freakishly-wide peripheral vision now did I?

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5 thoughts on “Parking as a Sport

  1. Don’t even get me started on that sh*t. I was at Target earlier today. More than half the spots were reserved for handicapped drivers. If they truly were handicapped, they wouldn’t be driving. The expectant mother thing drives me up a wall. I went through three pregnancies. In Manhattan. The Big Apple. I rode the subway almost every day in the sweltering heat. The men who got up to give me a seat were NOT the white, white collar workers. They were the latino and African American men. No wonder Trump got elected….
    My point is, pregnancy is NOT a disability. It is the greatest time ever. You have a LIFE inside of you. Relish it. Be happy you are healthy and have two legs to walk with. Teach your children to WALK to a store instead of becoming lazy, overweight Americans. I can’t even with this…………

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