I'm surprised that I didn't get punched!!

I stopped at my local Walgreens to pick up a couple of prescriptions. I was in a bit of a cranky mood, no good reason, just my regular old irritable self....

Anyway, when I pulled up I noticed that MY FAVORITE handicap parking space was filled! I love that spot! It's right by the front door. I can grab my oxygen, and purse and in just a few seconds roll right into the store. Since my beloved spot was taken, I had to park next to it. Which, is really no big deal, except that it is on a little bit of an incline and when it's a windy day, it's seems to be a bit more windy there than it is when I get out of the car in MY FAVORITE space. As I was dragging things out of my car, I take a peek at the parking spot stealer. Unfortunately I became even grumpier! I noticed this guy had a gigantic pickup truck that was so tall it looked like someone my height or less would need a step stool to get inside! Plus, the truck was running, (oh I forgot to tell you...it was a diesel!) and inside was this rather large man, sitting at the wheel, smoking like a fool! PLUS in the back seat of this giant truck with this giant smoking man, IN MY FAVORITE PARKING SPOT, there was this beautiful little girl! So, not only did this guy take my spot, was sitting there smoking, he even was forcing a beautiful little girl to have to experience his second-hand smoke! THEN, as I'm trying to figure out which cranky face to show him, I notice that there is no handicap sign hanging from his mirror! The nerve! But, I then realized that maybe he had a handicapped license plate. So, as I'm dragging my crap up the slight incline, looking at this GIANT SMOKING GUY SIT IN MY FAVORITE PARKING SPACE WITH A LITTLE GIRL IN THE BACK SEAT, I take a quick peek at his license plate, and GUESS WHAT?? NO HANDICAP LICENSE PLATE!! I completely lost it! I wave my arm in Vanna White fashion, from the mirror to the license plate, look at his smoking face as he sits in his running diesel truck with a pretty little girl in his back seat and yell, "WHERE'S YOUR HANDICAP SIGN?!?" He looks down on me, takes a big drag on his cigarette and yells.."IT'S ON THE DAMN DASHBOARD!!" How was I suppose to know that? I could barely see the front window, let alone the stinking dashboard!! But, not to be one to admit that she's wrong, I gave him a dirty look and rolled into the store. It then dawned on me that I just yelled at a GIANT MAN IN A GIANT TRUCK ABOUT NOT HAVING A HANDICAP SIGN WHEN HE ACTUALLY HAD A HANDICAP SIGN, BUT I WAS JUST TOO STINKING SHORT TO SEE IT!! So, I start worrying about whether I should go out and apologize or hide in the store until he leaves. I ended up staying in the store for about 30 minutes buying a bunch of stuff I didn't need, just to make sure he was gone. Thinking back on it, I'm absolutely shocked that he didn't hop out of the giant truck and slug me!!

Sometimes I wonder how I've lived this long....
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