Here’s the situation. There are far too many people with handicapped stickers. Or maybe there are just not enough handicapped spots. Or maybe it’s all of the above.
Consider a trip to Costco and the reason Professor X rarely goes there. There are approximately 10 disabled parking spots in the lot. Sounds like quite a few, right? Until you realize that every member of the AARP visits Costco. Regularly. Is it the free samples? Or the cheap hot dogs? (Yes, that is the reason I go, but we aren’t talking about ME here). So Professor X gets to Costco and prays that one of the aforementioned spots opens up.
After chicken fighting with an 88 year old for the space, he gets out of the car and must now decide how next to proceed. Even the *best* spot is at least 30 feet from the store’s entrance. Far enough that walking there with his cane will be excruciatingly painful. And if he gets to the front entrance of the store and there are no vroomy carts, then he has to hobble back to the car and go home. He’ll be in pain for 2 days from the effort and won’t have even entered the store.
He could, on the other hand, pull out his wheelchair and cover the distance easily (as ling as he doesn’t wheel behind a car that decides to back up and can’t see him in his chair). But then what does he do with his chair at the front entrance when he picks up a vroomy cart? Park and lock it up on the “wheelchair rack”? He could take it into the store, but then where does he put his boxes and boxes of items? On his lap of course. And this gets heavy and cumbersome quickly. Especially in Costco.
(Did I mention that my 5 year old is probably sitting on his lap through all this because she missed the Kindergarten cutoff by 2 weeks?)
So let’s assume all goes well and he gets a vroomy cart and buys some delicious organic coffee and garden burgers. Now there is the less than small matter of getting everything out to the car. Which is at least 30 feet from the entrance. Probably more.
You get the idea. Shopping trips become nightmarish quickly.
So what is the moral of this story? Sometimes I purposefully do not take the close parking spot. Even when I could. Not because I’m a saint or a fitness buff, but because I realize someone else out there might need that spot a whole lot more.