Handicapped spots just want to be treated like regular parking spots.
So I went to my local shopping centre today and expected an abundant of parking spots. Why today? Well it was a Monday afternoon, and all the parents would be picking up their children from school. You can now see how my thought process which lead me to a belief that there would be parking spots waiting for me.
Well what do you know, here I was driving in and out of the car park. Driving past the same car numerous times, I believed I was going around in circles. There was not a single available parking spot. But in the distance, could it really be? No it couldn’t. It was probably one of those silly smart cars.
My curiosity got the best of me. I drove over there gingerly with no expectations.
There you have it.
It was a handicapped spot. The infamous mirages of car-parks.
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