Another day, another battle over a Parent and Toddler (P&T) parking space… I really need to direct my anger in a more productive way.
This morning it was a middle-aged woman who ‘stole’ the only remaining space, and sensing a lack of any child I immediately swung alongside, double checked the backseat, and then as she left the car I slammed my hand on the horn, which if I’m honest, did echo far louder than I’d expected. As she looked in my direction I wound my window down,
“Do you realise how f**king selfish that is?” I bellowed, attracting a little more attention than intended.
“What is?” She barked back, with the face of a bulldog licking p*ss off a nettle.
Then my stomach sank as it suddenly dawned on me that she might be in a normal space directly next to the Parent and Toddler section.
Trying to wind my window up in a panic I managed instead to wind down both the back windows and in doing so both the sun-blinds made a cracking sound before springing out of the windows in opposite directions and across the car-park. Luckily by the time I’d fumbled with my seat-belt she’d disappeared into the supermarket leaving behind just a small crowd of onlookers.
Thankfully it turned out she actually was in a P&T space, as confirmed by a lady pushing a double-buggy who’d obviously sympathised with my trauma and retrieved one of the blinds for me before congratulating me on saying something.
Unfortunately I do have a little history when it comes to parking rage.
My previous confrontation was less embarrassing although equally awkward. Seeing a rough burly builder park his van in a P&T space next to me I was equally as incensed although given his size and numerous tattoos I chose in this instance to just throw him a half-hearted look of disapproval rather than giving him a mouthful of abuse.
As he wandered off to the shops I took the cowards approach and wrote a note (albeit with slightly more colourful language than I’d verbally given to today’s offender) and stuck it under his windscreen wiper.
As we returned to our car I noticed the same man scouring the car-park with my note in hand. Ducking into Costa we bought ourselves a coffee before slowly returning to our car again, only to find him still stood next to my car, with note still in hand, and a face that suggested he hadn’t entirely agreed with my sentiments.
There was no way I was facing up to my principles on this occasion so we walked the long way around the car-park, stopping at the library for an unusually long time given we didn’t even have our library card with us. Luckily by the time we returned this third time he’d obviously decided he could wait no longer so we were free to drive home.
Annoyingly the ticket machine then refused our ticket as we’d over-stayed our 2 hour free parking, which was some going seeing as we’d only popped out for a loaf of bread! A loaf that had cost me over £5 given the additional parking charges and impromptu coffee!
I suppose the lesson in all of this is that it’s one thing having principles, but it’s another thing altogether in acting on them, especially without possessing even the flakiest of backbones!