Parking is NOT rocket science, but judging from some of the sloppy parking jobs I've seen recently, some people need to spend a few hours practicing in an empty parking lot.
At the Kennett Y the other night, I saw an Acura parked with its front end at about 2 o'clock and its rear at about 8 o'clock, with the left rear tire completely over the white line. So what if you're late for your class! How long does it take to park properly?
The next day a friend sent me a photo of an extended-cab blue pickup truck (with trailer hitch) parked in one of the handicapped spots at the New Garden Giant supermarket, with no handicapped tag or placard. Adding to the offense, it was parked crookedly.
There's just no excuse for that. If I had been there, I would have blocked the truck in and called the New Garden police. (Oh, come on, Mother. You would do the same thing; you know you would!)
A friend of mine told me that when she had her leg in a cast after surgery, she obtained a temporary handicapped placard, but she still didn't like using it. She said on the spectrum of disability, she felt that she could still get around better than some, and she felt guilty taking a spot from someone who might need it more than she did.
On the opposite side of the spectrum: the other day I sat at a light at State and Union Streets in downtown Kennett watching a tractor-trailer driver make a turn and marveled at his skill.
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