1. People who use a handicapped parking spot who have a handicapped tag with a picture of someone who is obviously not in the car really irk me. Kind of like the people who insist on flying down the breakdown lane when traffic is stopped on the highway. I'm convinced there's a special place in hell for those people.
2. I realize that McDonald's is basically one of the only places where you expect to find somewhat obnoxious children, and can't really fault them or their parents for being there. I took advantage of this often when Marley was that age. I forget this sometimes though, when I'm looking for a quiet place to eat and read my book at lunch time.
3. It's a good think that they don't serve Shamrock shakes all year round, since I might end up as wide as I am tall.
handicapped thing bugs me no end. here I am dragging my actually handicapped mother about with no tag, meaning I let her out, park and walk in myself, or let her out, help her inside, park and come back. grr.
ReplyDeletei used to take dan and meg to mc d's and I'd get them a burger, fries and a drink to split, and then let them into "the ball thing" while I studied.