Oh, good LORD.
When my son and I got back to our apartment complex
tonight, there was no parking at our building (never is; in fact, it's one of only two buildings in the whole place that didn't get additional parking
this year when we were sold to the "luxury" apt. management company). We
parked at [Y] Building, in the lot we almost always use. What we did
differently, however, was pull into the handicapped spot. I have a
placard, but I've never used the spot here; I've never seen it
I joked to my son, "Ooh, I bet whoever uses that spot is going to be pissed. I just hope they don't pull into it before looking."
might have been easier.
I realized later in the evening that I'd forgotten
my phone in the car. What greeted me as I went to retrieve it? An angry,
angry lady sitting on the steps of [Y] Building, demanding to know who I
was and telling me I had no right to use her spot. Not only that, she then proceeded to tell me I should only park at [Z] Building. To my great
amusement, a man's voice came out of the darkness, calling, "There IS
no parking here!"
As I was standing there trying to
reason with the woman, her daughter-in-law joined her. In addition to
parroting her mother-in-law's words, she added a few acrobatic (but not
obscene) gesticulations into the mix and asked loudly, "Who was that guy
talking earlier? Is he your man?"
"Um...no," I said. I was internally debating the wisdom of telling her I don't own anyone when I saw three police officers walking toward our imbalanced little conflict. (Hey, our township doesn't get much action; what can I say?)
One of the cops said the incident was called in by a man, so I was left
to wonder if the call was made by my unseen not-my-man parking ally. One
officer started listening to the angry lady, and I caught the eye of one of
the others. "Hey," I said, "the only reason I'm here is I realized I forgot my phone in the car. I came out to get it and this lady started yelling at me."
large part of angry lady's argument had been based around her belief
that because she requested a handicapped spot in the lot, that
handicapped spot belonged to her and only her, I asked the cop if the
spot could be designated for one person only. "Not if it doesn't say so
on the sign," he said. He took my name, phone number, and apartment
number, and said, "Okay, you can get your phone and head back in. Have a
good night." "Thanks!" I replied, and did just that.
placing any bets on whether I'll have any damage to my car in the
morning? I can't say that I can cover those bets, mind you; I might have
to get a new tire or some such.
UPDATE: Car is fine!