I was parked at ASDA one night, I think it was 2:30am, I had just driven the 340 miles from Reading to Newcastle, I called in to get some food and a 360 game, dumped the car (as I was one of 6 in the car park) in the family space near the main door, it was raining so heavy that it was bouncing off the floor and I was in a cream suit.
I took maybe 5 minutes to get all of my wants and needs, stood under the canopy readying myself for the 100 yard dash to the car and this woman pipes up next to me...
"Excuse me, is that your overly loud and flashy boy racer car (6.0l LS2 Black Monaro VXR) parked in a family space taking up a space you shouldn't have!?"
I look around, make note that she has both of her children with her, the youngest being a 12-18 month old little girl with pierced ears!?!?!?!?!.
I reply ......
"Sorry, oh, yes that is my car thanks for the overly flattering comments. May I ask are those two tiny urchins yours? May I suggest maybe you wind your neck in and worry more about the fact that you have two children under the age of 4 up at almost 3am as apposed to worrying about me taking up 1 of the 30 free parent a child spaces? ... ohh, would you like a hand with your bags or a hand raising them two by introducing bed times?"
I will never ever park in disabled bays nor would I park in a parent a child space had it not been at 2:30am and with raing coming in sideways.
I saw a beat up old Discovery with an old guy pull up behind an Audi A4 Quattro outside a local metal work and fabrication unit near my mates factory.
Disco pulls up, old boy hangs his head out and says to me "Excuse me young sir, are there any more disabled spaces close by that I could park in for my wife, she's in wheelchair"
I look around "no sorry fella, all taken by flash motors and bong eyes Stevie Wonder Wanna'bes"
He smiles, gets out, has a wander over to the Audi, please note this guy is far from well himself, shuffling up with a big old walking stick.
"THWACK, THWACK, KISCHHHHH" window goes in, door opens, handbrake off...
"DINK" Disco mates up to the back of the Audi, rolls it 3-4 cars length back, almost against the front of the unit (now pinned in) and then in rolls the disco, parked nice and square. Old boy takes his wife out, smiles at me, gets her into her chair and rolls off.
Guy in the Audi looks at me when he returns, I'm laughing my arse off, he comes over and starts squaring up to me, so being a bit quick wiitted I simply make out like it's my Disco and I'm not moving it
dragging my leg Keiser Sosay stylee. My mates come off of the unit and make him aware he was well out of line, his reply "I was only 15 minutes" my reply "I've been disabled for 29 years" he has no comeback and gets more and more angry.
This goes on for what seems like a decade, old buy comes back with a new wheelchair pre-folded, opens the disco and puts it in and walks off. Guy seems bemused....
Old boy comes back with his wife, loads up, ignoring the wanker in the Audi, shuts the doors and drives off.
We never knew what happened to the Audi driver or the old boy, but dammnnnn I have MASSIVE respect for the old man, looking after his wife and doing what he must
If I parked in a disabled bay and someone did that I would not even argue, I think I'd shake their hand!