Only I Have A Bad Feeling About This
(The used bookstore where I work has a loading zone for customers that are selling books, which is clearly marked by the striped pavement and a sign that says ‘No Parking: Loading Zone.’ We don’t often have many issues with this, but on this particular day, a business in the same shopping center is having a convention, and the parking lot is packed.)
Customer: “I’m parked in your loading zone.”
Me: “Oh, are you selling books?”
Customer: “No, but the handicapped spot is full.”
Me: “That’s unfortunate; we do need to keep that space free for those customers who are selling books, though, so I’ll have to ask you to move your car.”
(The customer just walks off into the store, so that I have to follow her.)
Me: “Ma’am? Excuse me. I will need you to move your car. Our loading zone is just for those who are unloading books that they’re selling to our store. I can’t allow you to park there while you shop.”
Customer: “NO ONE BUT ME KNOWS HOW I FEEL!”
Me: *confused* “I’m not sure how that’s relevant, but I still need to ask you to move your vehicle.”
Customer: *points to her foot, which is in a walking cast, as if I am disputing that she is handicapped*
Me: “I’m sorry the handicapped spot was taken, but the loading zone is not a handicapped spot; it’s just for loading and unloading. If your vehicle is still parked there in ten minutes, I will have to call a towing company.”
(The customer storms off into the store.)
Customer #2: *who has seen me have to ask two other people not to park in the loading zone in the time that he’s been in the store* “What a day. ‘Only I know how I feel’?”
Me: *lifts my hands in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture before going to look up the number for the towing company*