I was thinking about what I was going to write today and I was all ready to go on a rant about something that has been bothering me. While I was thinking about how I was going to word everything, I just felt like God said "It doesn't matter." So I had to let it go right then. It's good to be able to get things off your chest, but I'm not here to case drama or be a butt. Ranting, in this case, wasn't going to help anything. I let it go. It's over and done with. Life isn't fair and it never will be, but I'm not going to let that keep me down.
This afternoon I went over to my sister's house. A few days ago, I had parked in a handicap spot in front of our building. This lady ALWAYS parks in that spot, but I took it on Thursday. Well today I finally moved my car. When I walked out to my car, the lady's son was out there cleaning his mom's car. Of course, she was parked in the spot next to me. He asked me "Is this really a handicap car?" I replied "Yes, my husband served in the Marine Corp and he is a disabled vet." The guy said "Oh ok. My mom thought it was a stolen vehicle parked in that spot trying to get back at her. She was pretty mad." I said "Yeah I bet! Sorry about that, but my husband really is handicap." I got in my Jeep and saw him run back inside. I guess he had to go tell his mom what happened.
It made me laugh that she thought someone was getting back at her. She always parks in the same handicap spot. Someone used to park on the white lined out spot next to the handicap spot (the white lined spot that gives room for ramps on handicap vehicles). Well she showed them not to park there anymore by parking over the line, so she is half in the handicap spot and half on the white lined out spot.
Well now I know it's her spot. My bad! Before I park somewhere next time, I will check for a name on the spot. Hahaha! Just in case you think I am being mean, just know I have seen this lady before and her handicap isn't visible, just like Manny's isn't.
Poor Manny always has the handicap parking spot police eyeing him. He has quite a few stories about people policing him. One lady at Walmart looked at both of us and said "You parked in a handicap spot." Manny is always polite and he told the lady "Yes ma'am, I am a disabled veteran."
When we went to PetSmart the other day, this lady was hardcore eyeing the Jeep. She was checking all over for a handicap hang tag which Manny didn't put up, but he doesn't need to. We were watching this lady just waiting for her to say something. One of these days, I know one of these handicap parking spot police are really going to call the cops. That will be a sight to see! This is how the phone call would go down...
"Hello Officer! This kid parked in a handicap spot. His license plate number is DV..."
"Ma'am let me stop you right there. DV means Disable Veteran. He can park there."
"Oh ok. Thanks!"
Bahahahaha!!! I can just see that happening. I can't blame them though. I used to not know what DV meant either. Oh people! Haha
Summer is quickly drawing to a close and it makes me sad. I pray that everyone has a wonderful school year :-) And in case you were wondering, Muñeca is doing fine.
Now I know what DV means!
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