Saturday afternoon and now the supermarket is open until 6.00 pm so plenty of time to do the shopping. I do my week-end shopping on Friday. Many families are working and this reduces the shopping competition in the store although there are still enough people there.
Saturday afternoon it is absolutely packed and the free parking spaces show a zero everywhere. I am handicapped, physically, but my brain still works. I can walk, something like a member of the Ministry of Funny Walks, but I need a stick at least and more suitable is a Walker, or the supermarket trolley does the job just as well. We have special parking spots for people like me and I am so glad and thankful. They are near to the entrance to the supermarket and I can save walking time. To use one of these special places you must have written permission from the police and show it in the window of the car. I have such a permission and mine is always in my car to be seen. I also have a wheelchair sticker on my car.
This afternoon I arrived at the supermarket for a few bits and pieces which I had forgotten the day before and every one of these special parking spots, 7 in all were occupied. I had a quick look and saw that I was the only person with permission. The others just happened to find an empty spot, at the cost of the less fortunate.
This was my temptation to find something sharp in my bag, a nail file or even a Swiss army officers knife, and scratch each one of these cars belonging to the selfish idiots who are fortunate enough to be able to walk normally, but as I said it is only my body that no longer works as it should, my brain still does. I found an empty spot next to these parking places, marked with a “X” meaning parking forbidden because it would block the delivery of goods. As it was Saturday, no goods were being delivered and I parked my car. I then went directly to the office in the store and registered my indignation. The lady was understanding. Of course they cannot make an inspection every five minutes, but it worked. I began my shopping in the store and heard how over the loudspeaker five car numbers were called out to re-park their cars immediately. When I picked up my car there were a few more empty spots but one car, whose number was announced twice, was still there. Perhaps it was a handicapped person that could not hear so well.
I noticed there was an empty place next to my car, also on a place with a “X”, when suddenly a large combi wagon swept into the space and the driver climbed out and walked with no problems into the store.
I have now been given a telephone number and a name which I can call about this problem. Perhaps I am making a mountain out of a molehill and a stupid fuss, but when you either need a trolley or walker for support when getting your shopping and worry about falling most of the time, I think just a little bit of thought could be spared.