True Character
I parked the jeep and began to walk to the park building when I immediately saw the blue minivan sprawled across all three disability parking spots near the front of the building. I immediately walked to the van, as I have done many other times before, it was occupied by a mother perhaps a few years younger than myself and most likely her mother in the passenger seat. I knocked on the driver’s side window, the driver startled and rolled down the window. “This is a handicapped spot; do you have a permit to park her?” I asked. “What?” the woman asked. “This parking is reserved for people with disabilities, do you have a permit?” I repeated, more forcefully this time. “We’re just waiting for my kids.” She stated. “You need to move, you don’t have a permit and you aren’t allowed to park here” I demanded. “Why are you making such a big deal about this?” “Because you don’t have a right to park here” I explained, again. Silence “Why do you care? “...