Ok, this may come across as really bitchy and unsympathetic. I do know people who are handicapped and they do need special parking spots, ect. The following is not a case of reall need, but laziness.
So the story starts off with the neighbor lady yelling about people parking in her spot. To be clear, in my neighborhood some of the condos have driveways and garages. Some do not. You can either then park in front of your house on the street or in guest parking. But all the street parking is first-come. I really only get the spot right in front of my house when I come home straight from work (rare these days). So she has no spot. And if she wanted to park in front of her house every day she should have gotten a house with a driveway. She did not.
Anyway, in the yelling she said she was handicapped. So everyone in the neighborhood should know this and not take the spot right in front of her house. Except she's not handicapped. She's fat. And somewhere in the rant she actually said. "I weigh too much and it's made my knees bad out so now I can't walk far."
Sorry lady, people loose limbs in ridiculous explosions (a post for another day). I'll park further away for them. Not because you stopped caring and got fat. And ya know, I can see you're fat, but probably would have given you the benefit of the doubt and actually considered you could be truly handicapped...if you hadn't admitted that fat was part of the problem.
Anyway, fast forward a bit and I start seeing an interesting routine. I wish I had it on camera because you cannot fully understand this.
This woman literally lives across the street from our mailboxes. There is her tiny yard and the street in between her front door and the mail boxes. Yet she walks to her car, gets in, drives around the block (so her car points the right way), pulls up in front of the mailbox, and gets her mail while still in the drivers seat. I'm serious, by the time she gets to her car she's already half way to the mailbox. I don't know why she can't jsut keep walking across the street.
Also! Sometimes people take the spot right in front of her house, hence the yelling I wrote about before. Then she usually ends up in front of my house. It is further to walk from her house to the car when it's parked here than it is just just go to the mailbox...and yet she still gets in the car and drives to get her mail. Which I guess is a positive sign, because she CAN walk that far. And actually chooses to walk the further distance when she's parked further away. But bad because she generally chooses not to.
One day I saw her drive off after getting the mail, so I was all "ok, she was getting in her car anyway..." but the majority of the time the car has to be spun around the block again, re-parked in front of her house, and she walks back up the lawn.
Anyway, I would think the driving to get the mail thing was just a weird thing she did...mostly it's just amusing...except for when she tells me I can't park in front of my own house because she needs to be able to park closer. Uh no, walk from guest parking like the rest of us.
2 comments:
Oh my lord. That would be hilarious if it weren't so horribly sad. Okay, I still laughed a bit... but I'm a horrible human being :)
Oh wow, that's...awful. A little exercise would do her good, we aren't meant to be so sedentary!
When I was a kid, we lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, and all the kids on our street would come down there to play. There was one girl who literally lived three houses up from us, and her incredibly large mother would get in her car and drive the three houses to tell her to come home, make the circle, and then park back in the driveway. We all thought it was so weird. And no, she wasn't handicapped either.
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