Van Canna wrote:
Can you describe this guy, Bill?
- About 30 year old white male.
- Short, dark hair. With clothing and haircut, he had the look of a professional. No suit and tie, but professional or "preppy" appearance.
- In the 3 times I saw him, his ear was constantly on the cell phone. He was in his own world the way you see people in the gym with head phones on.
- He was trim without being overly muscular. He was probably just short of 6 feet.
- I don't recall seeing a wedding band on his hand. But then I wasn't looking...

IJ wrote:
What percent of this was about the parking space, and what percent of it was about this guy being a ******-bag?
There was very little ability to interact with this person, Ian. He was completely in his own world, avoiding contact with others. Without his parking behavior, it would take an extra effort to find out what kind of person he was unless you want to judge the content of someone's character by the clothes they wear and the car they drive. So I'd say 100% parking combined with an inability to communicate with him concerning his illegal and socially inappropriate behavior.
IJ wrote:
Would the response have differed if he was just in a hurry?
Almost everybody in a 7-Eleven
at 8:15 AM is in a hurry. He otherwise blended in. This is commuting time, Ian. There's a code of behavior associated with everyone getting from point A to point B as efficiently as possible. Sunday drivers know better than to come out at this time of day.
This 7-Eleven gets a mixture of West End moms (well-to-do driving their mommy SUVs), Mexican workers in clusters, blue collar types, University of Richmond faculty and staff, St. Christopher's or St. Catherine's faculty and staff, and a small number who live near there. It's near Libbie and Grove, which is a place where you can go in any number of directions. There are also a number of very nice "regional" shopping and eating places within walking distance. The neighborhood has real sidewalks, and people can be seen jogging or walking a lot of interesting dogs. It's older Richmond, but very West End. It's the antithesis of mall city. I'm willing to bet that
Patricia Cornwell has commented on this area in one of her novels.
IJ wrote:
If it was a beat up Civic?
The make of the car only mattered in the sense that it made me hypothesize why he would engage in such an inappropriate action. People in a beat up Civic generally don't park their car at the far end of a parking lot - as I sometimes do - to minimize the risk of it getting dinged or scraped. People in a beat-up Civic generally don't take up 2 spaces so that nobody will park close and bang their car when they open their door. (I've seen this behavior.)
I do note who parks in a handicap space, Ian. And I have commented in the past if I see someone park there without the proper plate. That behavior on my part is irrespective of the vehicle they are driving. Usually the party will reach in and grab the little handicap thingie and hang it on their rear view mirror. I'll then smile and apologize, and explain I want to make sure the space is clear for their use.
I like the car, Ian. (You should know me...) I'll very often strike up a conversation with someone who drives a nice car or motorcycle. The last two such conversations were with a person driving a brand new Shelby Cobra (at a Starbucks), and another driving an unusual Porsche/Harley bike (in front of a 7-Eleven). If I was a single lad...
IJ wrote:
What if there were multiple handicapped spaces, which there so often are, usually none and sometimes just one in use?
Given my past behavior, I still would have wanted to comment.
The big difference here, Ian, is the inability to get the person's attention in a discrete manner, and the persistence of his inappropriate behavior. The sense of déjà vu I got cannot be understated. He was parking in "his" spot. And I have never seen someone do quite what he does unless a law officer on a call.
There is also an element here similar to behavior you see on the road. You'll see someone weaving back and forth in front of you, or driving in a "ponderous" manner (not going with the flow of traffic). That makes me very nervous, and I generally try to pass such a person. I'm beyond the age and lack of maturity where I feel a need to express my middle finger; I just want out. Alcohol? Almost never. Usually it involves a person absorbed in a cell phone conversation. On occasion - such as yesterday - you see some poor sap trying to read directions off a piece of paper. Both are really bad ideas. Both can get you in big trouble while driving. I want no part of that accident waiting to happen.
If you call yourself a real martial artist, you'll never walk around in public socially disengaged like this. Perhaps there was an element of that in my behavior towards him. He appeared either pathologically clueless or arrogant. He was predictable when challenged, sort of like a teenager. I'm sure he had no clue whom he was talking to (education, socioeconomic status, athletic ability, etc.), which was fine by me. I had no desire to show my hand.
- Bill