Hubby and I went to the mall today to buy The Beatles Rock Band game. It does rock!
Hubby thought that we could take advantage of one of the designated "Parent" parking spots. You know the ones designated for "parents with children"? Since I'm "with child" and waddling like a big goose with swollen ankles and sore feet, Hubby thought it only fair that we take this spot.
As I was heaving myself out of the passenger seat an older gentleman (I'm being nice -see!) is getting into his car, in the designated handicap spot beside me. I wonder why he is hesitating with his door, kind of swinging it opened and closed. Then he says in a slightly snarky voice "Where are your children?"
My hormones are in high gear lately. I could cry or yell without hesitation. He's lucky we just had a happy visit with the doctor (at which the little guy kicked while the doctor was checking his heart rate - so cute). I point to my belly and say "Right here!".
Hubby thought that was friendly enough and smiled at the guy. The older dude just grumble something incoherent at me and finally got in his car and went away. Boy did that piss me off.
I realize some people think I'm carrying small (the baby and me are growing well according to the doctor), but really the guy was just looking to give someone a hard time. Did I even turn around to check for his handicap permit? No (but Hubby did). Is this guy's life so boring or meaningless that he actually hesitates just driving to where ever the hell grumpy old men go after visiting the mall to give me a hard time? Is that why he visits the mall? To monitor the designated parking for fraudulent parents? I really do wish that some people would mind their own business.
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