I was tired: Parking Handicap vs. Social Grace
I was tired. I pulled awkwardly into a parking spot in front of my bank's ATM; when I realised it was a handicap spot I weighed whether to do my business instead of taking the time to re-park squarely and in a non-designated spot. Yeah, I was that guy. What's 3 feet, right? As I approached the machine, I got called out on it. "You have a handicapped parking tag?" I do not, I said. I weighed again, considering whether I should just get my business done, or do the right thing. "Why are you parking there, then?" the lady demanded. Have you met me? Of course I was going to do the right thing, but my tired self took a bit too long to respond. Also apparently I shrugged, because the lady yelling at me mimicked my shrug, and demanded again to know why I was parked there. I told the truth. "Well, because I'm lazy and rude,"I said sincerely. "Would you like to go first while I park properly?" So I got back in my car and parked al...