After my weekend in a hotel all by myself…just me, my computer and my brain trying to push out too much information…I feel a little ragged today. Why is it so exhausting to literally do nothing but roll from the bed to the chair and sit there all day in front of the computer? I only moved to refill my water glass and go to the bathroom…yet I feel so worn out that I need a vacation.
I’m happy to report that I got a LOT of work done. It was a wonderful way to knock out a bunch of my book in one, long sitting.
I did have one little adventure while I was away. It was small, but I feel the need to tell you about it since the lady I had the incident with didn’t seem the least bit affected by my rant.
I was running a few errands before I headed home when it happened. It’s one of my pet peeves…people that aren’t handicapped parking in the handicap spaces.
A woman, probably in her 30′s, got out of her car from where she had parked in a handicap space, all peppy and bouncing across the parking lot. Now, I know that sometimes you can’t tell when a person has a disability, so I called out to her, “Excuse me, but I’m wondering why you are parked in the handicap space when you are clearly well and able.”
She told me that she can park there because she has a handicap permit hanging on her rearview mirror.
“Is it for you?” I asked.
“No, this is my grandmother’s car, but I’m running errands for her,” and she walked past me into the store. So, of course, I followed her. I know I shouldn’t. I know. You don’t have to tell me.
“Is your grandmother even with you?” I said as I walked behind her.
She kept walking while she told me that it is none of my business.
I followed her around for a while saying things like, “I don’t think you understand the point of the handicap parking spaces. They are for people that can’t easily walk from their car to the store, NOT for people that are picking up things for their disabled grandmother.”
“Leave me alone, lady” was basically her reply (I can’t repeat what she actually said).
I may have lost contact with reality while I was locked away in the hotel room because I actually believed that she might go move her car. As I was leaving I spotted a security guy so I went and told him, but he didn’t seem to care. Where is Sheriff Taylor when you need him?
She came out of the store right then and I pointed her out to the disinterested security officer. When she saw me she shouted, “You’re crazy lady!”
“Yes!” I shouted back, “Crazy about showing concern for people that have real needs!”
(Good one, Lisa. You should write snappy comebacks for a living.)
I knew it was time to go home. My rant about the parking space was a clear sign that I shouldn’t be out in public for the rest of the day.
Thankfully, the family seemed to have an uneventful weekend here at home. I didn’t detect that there had been any big emergencies or mishaps. Everything was clean and the kids were just humming along when I walked in the door. They were kind of scattered about…some in the kitchen making dinner, Jacob and Levi hanging out in the living room, 3 boys in the backyard having water gun wars and one kid was in the pool. Just a simple day here at the Point.
It’s good to be back with my people and headed into a busy week. And I promise not to follow any more strangers around ranting about their poor parking choices.
Y’all have a good one!