We just returned home from a much-needed trip to visit my husband's family in western Nebraska. Aside from the snowfall on Mother's Day, the warning about staying on the paved sidewalks at Scott's Bluff National Monument due to awakening of the prolific rattlesnakes in the area and all that sage brush blowing across the highway, it was a great trip.
Except for the parking situation.
My mother-in-law lives in a senior-citizen apartment complex. There are five stories of apartment dwellers, and each apartment is allotted one parking space. Since the parking lot was small, there were only four parking spaces left for visitors. On one visit, I parked in the space that was clearly marked as the parking space for apartment 1C, my mother-in-law's apartment. Since she has no car, I thought it would be OK to park there. That was not the case, however. As I exited my car, I smiled at a gentleman who had leaned against his car to watch me park. "I know you're from Indiana," he said, pointing to my license plate. "So, you probably don't know that as a visitor you should be parking in the visitor parking space, not a resident space." I asked him if it would be OK to park in my mother-in-law's space just long enough to pick up my mother-in-law and he said, "Sure. It's OK with me if it's OK with her. Just next time, remember that there are visitor parking spaces at the end of the lot."
Well, OK, then.
Have you ever taken a parking space reserved for someone else? Ever park in such a way to hide someone's name painted on the curb or the pavement? Ever ignored the "Do Not Park Here" sign and parked there anyway?