Run, Forrest, Run

As I walked in the work this morning, some lady in a Grand Cherokee almost ran me over while parking in a handicap spot. Then she raced past me on the sidewalk, running into the building. I caught up with her inside when I spotted her in line at the Starbuck’s kiosk. What was the big hurry?

Here are a few of my observations about the incident:
1. The lady was parked in a handicap spot in a garage almost 1/4 mile from the main building. I don’t understand why there are handicap spots that far away. If they can walk 1/4 mile, they can walk from a “normal” parking space.
2. By her sprinting past me on the sidewalk it showed me she really isn’t handicapped and shouldn’t be parking in that spot. Why is it so easy to get a handicap sticker?
3. She never once acknowledged my presence by apologizing for almost hitting me. I wonder how she treats other people during the day.
4. She should lay off the caffeine.