windshieldbug wrote:People who've watched "Ocean's Eleven" too many times, and think it's OK to steal back the stuff they were hiding from a court settlement in the first place...
Office space-wasters, teechers and students of schools who get this elitist attitude because the school has some funny little letter and math operation symbol next to its name.
tofu wrote:Obviously healthy people who park in handicap parking spaces and illigally use someone elses handicap placard. Some of them show no shame. There is a guy who literally sprints from the commuter train to his car in the handicap stall next to the station so he can get out of the parking lot first. Oh and he drives a Porsche Convertible (probably one of the most difficult vehicles when the top is up for even healthy flexible people to contort themselves into). I feel like breaking his leg just so he can justify taking up a handicap spot at a station that has very few of them for folks who really need them. Plus he doesn't have to pay to park in the lot with a handicap placard.
Mr. tofu,
I appreciate the handicapped. If it wasn't for them, I'd never find a place to park.
Now parking lots have special spaces for expectant mothers, senior citizens ( I qualify for this) and other afflictions I don't qualify for. Usually these primo parking places are vacant and nobody gets to use them.
What's with handicapped parking spaces at Home Depot?
How many handymen show up in wheel chairs?
What about people who stop in a crowded parking lot and wait for some person to load up and leave so they can roll into that space? Ever been behind some clown who did that?
I have and I lay on the horn. 50% of the time they get intimidated and go on so I can do the very same thing they were doing.
The Dallas-Ft. Worth area commercial for some car dealership whose name I don't know - the first indicator that their commercial stinks. DFW people know what I'm talking about...it's the one that begins with the annoying song where they chant "trucks, trucks, trucks, trucks, trucks, trucks, trucks..." and then at the end someone sings (well, yells) "5 miles west of downtown Plano, 5 miles east of downtown Dallas." As if those directions are worth anything - no one would ever find my house from me telling them that I live 6 miles south of downtown Denton and 3 miles north of downtown Corinth.
tubatooter1940 wrote:What's with handicapped parking spaces at Home Depot?
How many handymen show up in wheel chairs?
The one's who were too liberal with their Skil-saws...
Actually, I appreciate those when I have to hobble in on my crutch on a directive from my wife (who happens to be trying to keep me in the manner to which I've become accustomed... )
Instead of talking to your plants, if you yelled at them would they still grow, but only to be troubled and insecure?
bloke wrote:I usually park in the back of the lot, if I can't find a place right smack by the door to the joint. ' fewer dings and scratches anyway.
I always park in the back of the lot, or in a place with easily-accessible exit from the lot. I call the up-close spaces the Fat People Parking Spaces. You'll see someone wasting half a gallon of gas to get a spot right next to the door, and then they get out of their car and waddle into the store.