So, let me start by saying, I know I did the wrong thing here.  I was clearly in the wrong, and I’m a horrible person for doing this, and blah blah blah. 

Today, I’ve been harassed by the Handicapped Avenger.

We have spots on our campus that are marked.  We have Executive Spots, we have Transit Spots, we have spots reserved for Maintenance Trucks.  I finally received a medical parking pass from my doctor, for which I was (understandably) thrilled.  This pass permits me to park in any spot marked Handicapped.

Hooray, right?

Well, there’s levels of Handicapped parking.  There are “reserved” handicapped parking spots.  I’m not sure why they’re marked as such.  There’s also Van-Accessible Handicapped parking, which I can’t (in good conscience) take.  So the actual parking spots I can utilize is seriously nill.

There is one spot out front that says “Reserved Handicapped Parking: Medical Pass Required”.   Hooray!  That’s what I have in my car!  I shall park there!

I come back to my desk in the middle of my incredibly hectic and emotionally trying day to find a voicemail that states, “You probably didn’t realize that someone needs to park their van there.  You should feel terrible.”  No name, no number, no accountability.

Seriously, I almost cried.  I would never put someone out like that.  But, fortunately, work was too nuts for me to wallow in self pity.  I had more thrashing to take elsewhere.

AND, can I just say, THE SIGN SAYS NOTHING ABOUT VAN ACCESSIBLE PARKING?!

Anyway.   Dad calls me at four o’clock or so and says, “Yeah, you know you’re parked in someone’s spot.  And you have a note waiting for you on your car.”

Well, that’s just freakin’ ridiculous.  People, there are other van-accessible places!  Have security go harass them, for parking there without need.  Leave. Me. Alone.

So, finally, I called the gentlemen whom everyone said typically parked there.  I felt tears well up in my eyes as I tried to explain that I’m not that cold-hearted, and I apologized profusely for taking his spot.

He said, “It wasn’t you.  There was a truck in that spot when I got here this morning, so I parked in one of the van accessible spots.  If you see my van parked somewhere else, that spot is all yours.”

So someone was trying to be all “I’m Kicking Your Ass for Karma”, and it was unnecessary.  I’m glad I finally took the bull by the horns and made that call, because I have a clean conscience now about it.  And I hope whomever left the note and the voicemail grows a pair of cajones big enough to step up to the way pregnant lady and try and make an argument now.

Bitch.