Scene: Library parking lot, handicap spots. Ace and I get out of the car and a woman pulls into a designated handicap spot with neither the appropriate tag nor placard, and bounds happily out of her car. I give the benefit of the doubt.
Me: Ma'am? You forgot to put up your handicap placard.
Her: My what?
Me: Your handicap placard. For your rearview mirror.
Her: I don't have one.
Me: Oh, you're parked in a handicap spot. I'd hate for you to get towed.
Her: Oh, it's a handicap spot?
Me: Yeah. It's blue.
Her: *mumble grumble something about just being a minute mumble walk away.*
We both get to the circulation desk around the same time, and she walks away to the computers. I decide that if she's not gone by the time I leave, I'll ask the library to get her towed. I stood at the desk for probably 3-4 minutes while the librarian tried to figure out what they'd done with my reserved book (Oh, we didn't call you to let you know it was in and you didn't come pick it up so we sent it back, would you like a book on developing your extra-sensory perception?). As I was handing over my card to request the book again, the lady walked past me.
Her: *touches me on arm* See? It was just a minute.
Me: Mm-hmm. I hope nobody actually needed that spot.
Her: Heh heh uh heh. *walks away*
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