Crowning Herself The Parking Princess… And She’s Really Bad At It
I work in a hotel. Whoever does the night audit shift and security is allowed to park their car on the edge inside the wide carport. People can still drive through it. This is a boon for us, because we like to keep an eye on our cars during these hours. Years ago, I had somebody mess with my car twice when I parked further away while doing a shift from 3:00 to 11:00 pm.
Every now and then, the carport will have a guest temporarily park in my spot behind security while they check in. That’s no big deal; I can temporarily park in the loading bay about fifty feet away until it clears out.
One day when this happens, soon after I clock in, an extremely angry lady comes to the front desk.
Lady: “There’s a car in a disability-accessible spot without a sticker! I demand that it be towed!”
She shows me a picture on her phone… and it is my car.
Me: “Ma’am, that’s my car.”
It’s probably a mistake to tell her that.
Me: “But that isn’t an accessible spot. It’s a loading bay typically used for deliveries, like food trucks.”
The loading bay area is next to the accessible spots, but there’s not an accessible sign where I’m parked. It’s about three times the size of a regular parking spot, and it has vertical lines in it from top to bottom.
Lady: “Well, it’s not any kind of parking spot.”
Me: “I agree. If you can acknowledge that, then why are you treating it like it’s a parking spot?”
She doesn’t give an answer, and we repeat this cycle of conversation. She keeps making exaggerated facial expressions that come across as condescending and snooty, as if she doesn’t believe me — the guy working behind the desk at the property.
Then, she turns and walks toward the front door.
Lady: *Loudly, over her shoulder* “I’m going to tell my husband!”
Me: *Calling after her* “Please, do!”
As she is exiting, I hear her yell out to somebody:
Lady: “You’re going to flip your lid! The guy said…”
The “husband” never comes inside or calls me. I see another person on the camera, but it is dark and they quickly walk off to one of our other buildings.
About five minutes later, my security person comes up to me.
Security: “Why are the police here?”
I get a sense of dread and think, “She better have not called the police.”
Yes, yes, she did. The police officer says they got a call from a person not wanting to identify themself about this situation. He is parked on the edge of the carport.
Officer: “There’s not even an accessible sign there!”
We talk about it and kind of find the whole situation funny. The cop is able to tell that I am not in a parking spot, accessible or otherwise, from fifty feet away in the dark. He waves it off.
Officer: “Don’t worry about it. Even if there were a real case, it’s up to the property to have a car towed or removed, not the police.”
The fact that the lady didn’t want to give her identity makes me think she knew she was in the wrong.