Common Sense

After venting yesterday, I decided that I have to tell you all about the guy here at work that I hate.

Without getting all introspective on my disability, I can say that I can’t walk very far to get to the door at work. It’s a miracle I make it up the stairs at work, but I soldier on. Anyway, there is a handicap spot next to the door that I like to park in.

Well, some old guy sometimes parks there because he gets to work before I do. He has one of those large conversion vans. You know, the ones that make you wonder why they didn’t just drive an RV to work. It is festooned with stickers proclaiming that he is a survivor of Pearl Harbor, that he was in the Navy and that he was awarded the Purple Heart.

Big fucking deal. I’ve seen this guy and all he is is old. He shuffles when he walks, but that’s it. I have a cane and a chronic pain disorder. It hurts me more than it hurts him to walk the extra distance in the parking lot. I’m more handicapped than him and I should get that space designated for me only.

One of these days, I’m gonna get so pissed off that I have to walk so far to the door that I’m going to just slash his tires. Good luck driving your van on four flat tires, jerk off!

After venting yesterday, I decided that I have to tell you all about the guy here at work that I hate.

Without getting all introspective on my disability, I can say that I can’t walk very far to get to the door at work. It’s a miracle I make it up the stairs at work, but I soldier on. Anyway, there is a handicap spot next to the door that I like to park in.

Well, some old guy sometimes parks there because he gets to work before I do. He has one of those large conversion vans. You know, the ones that make you wonder why they didn’t just drive an RV to work. It is festooned with stickers proclaiming that he is a survivor of Pearl Harbor, that he was in the Navy and that he was awarded the Purple Heart.

Big fucking deal. I’ve seen this guy and all he is is old. He shuffles when he walks, but that’s it. I have a cane and a chronic pain disorder. It hurts me more than it hurts him to walk the extra distance in the parking lot. I’m more handicapped than him and I should get that space designated for me only.

One of these days, I’m gonna get so pissed off that I have to walk so far to the door that I’m going to just slash his tires. Good luck driving your van on four flat tires, jerk off!