Creating A Sticky Situation
I pulled into a parking spot at the local grocery store and reached into my back seat to get my reusable bags. In those few seconds, a woman approached my car and rapped her keys against my windshield.
Me: “Yes?”
Woman: “Are you disabled?”
Me: “No, are you?”
Woman: *Offended* “Of course not!”
Me: “Okay.”
Woman: “You can’t park here!”
She pointed at a disabled parking sign in front of my car. It was facing the blue-lined space across from my car. I opened my door enough to look out and saw that I was in a white-lined space.
Me: “This isn’t disabled parking.”
Woman: “Yes, it is! There’s the sign!”
Me: “For that space, yes.”
I got out of the car, making sure to lock it.
Woman: “Move your car! Do you want a ticket? I’ll call the police! I’m tired of you lazy children!”
Me: “Ma’am, this is not disabled parking, so I will not be moving my car.”
I walked off. The woman followed me in the store.
Woman: “You want me to call the cops?”
Me: “I want you to f*** off.”
Woman: “Excuse me?!”
Me: “Look. If you’re so sure I’m wrong, call the police. Otherwise, I will call them for you stalking and harassing me.”
She stared at me for a moment before pulling out her phone and walking back toward the entrance. I saw her duck into a fast-food restaurant near the entrance of the building and figured she was waiting for the police to arrive.
I was wrong. When I returned, there was a milkshake poured over my car, particularly the driver door and the windshield.