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Can’t walk ? Won’t walk ?

Posted by Big John on November 22, 2007

Having had a little rant about those ‘blue badge bandits’ I thought I would stay with the subject of ‘reserved’ parking and the ‘disabled’.

I’m sure that we can all understand why it is necessary to provide convenient parking spaces for those less mobile than ourselves, but can someone please tell me why my local Sainsbury’s supermarket now provides ‘parent and child’ parking bays right next to those reserved for the disabled ?

Blimey ! Is a twentyfive year old mother with her ‘little darling’ no longer able to walk a few extra yards to the store entrance, or push her trolley (cart) back to her SUV without her becoming exhausted ?

How would she have managed in the days when a daily walk to the shops and a walk home carrying heavy bags was part of everyday life for most women in this country ?

It can’t be long before we see parking spaces reserved for fat people, short people and ones for those poor souls who find difficulty in parking in normal sized bays without hitting someone else’s car.

Among the comments on my last post was one from .. ‘Ginnie’ .. about those people who use disabled permits belonging to other family members … ‘ even though they are perfectly able to walk…or run, for that matter !’ … just like the people I see every day hopping on and off their ‘mobility scooters’.

Now I’m sure that these electricly powered little carts are a great boon to many elderly and infirm people, but I’m also certain that there are a lot of lazy buggers riding around on them whose only affliction is that they are allergic to a bit of exercise.

I’ve noticed that drivers of these vehicles seem to be getting younger and fatter, with a number bordering on what I believe is termed ‘morbidly obese’. One such young man regularly parks his ‘scooter’ on the pavement (sidewalk) outside a local convenience store while he stocks up on his favourite snacks. Maybe he really needs that little buggy to get around … or perhaps … he has been refused …

…  a disabled driver’s parking permit ? 



One Response to “Can’t walk ? Won’t walk ?”

  1. Ginnie said

    Once again you’ve read my mind, John. I was thinking just the same thing Tues. as I was trying to find a parking space and watching two very FAT ladies (both looking too old to be pregnant) battle for the “mother-to-be” spot…and, yes, it was right next to the handicap space.

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