Quick answer: because they are lazy, don’t want to walk any further than they have to and basically don’t care if it inconveniences others.
The ones that really bother me are those who park in handicap spots when they don’t have a disability license plate or mirror hang tag.
I also get irritated when someone with a disabled tag zooms into one of these spots, gets out and goes into whatever establishment it is with no indication of a disability whatsoever. Those spots are for people with medical conditions that make it difficult for them to get around! If ya can get around okay, park somewhere else!
Of course there are a lot of other examples of people parking in places that they shouldn’t.
What set me off on this was the way a doofus state park dude parked his truck at the building supply store yesterday.
I had gone to Lowes to pick up twenty 80 pound bags of concrete mix. They keep a large supply outside that customers can back right up to for loading — in a loading zone.
Guess where doofus state park dude parked.
That’s it. Right in front of the place I was going to need to back up to — in the loading zone!
I figured it was probably be a while before he got done, that he probably had a load of something that need to be loaded onto the truck, so I took a little bit of time to walk around the store — and there he was, by the paint counter, doofus state park dude in his uniform. Doofus state park dude was a park ranger!
By the time that I got back to the checkout area, doofus state park ranger dude was at one of the counters. Another register was open, with no customers in line there, so I went to there. Turned out the two ladies at that counter were doing some register magic that took both of them and took a couple of minutes, but I was still out of the building before doofus state park ranger dude.
On the way out, a skinny young fellow asked me if I was the one getting 20 bags of concrete. I guess that he was going to be loading it for me. As I went to get my truck, he went over and started cutting the plastic off of one of the pallets of concrete mix. Unfortunately, it was the one furthest from where I backed the truck up to, which was the closest place I could back up to without blocking access to doofus state park ranger dude’s truck bed. So I backed up in front of doofus state park ranger dude’s truck — and I hoped he would be done and out before my truck was loaded, not that I would have said anything.
I mentioned to the skinny young fellow that was going to be loading that I really hated it when people parked like that. He agreed and said that sometimes they had to go into the store to get people to move because they were blocking others.
As I was pulling away from the loading zone after we had loaded all 1600 pounds of concrete mix, I looked in the mirror and saw that the skinny young fellow was talking to doofus state park ranger dude, who was looking in my direction.
Wonder if the kid said anything.
How about you? Do you have any parking peeves or stories?