Collective suicide of the disabled parking place labels!
The silver-coloured car on the first picture has a parking permit, the driver of the black car is suffering from the widely spread chronic “Offroad Dementia”.
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I probably get on your nerves with my handicap parking stories in the long run, but I can’t hold back this “fairy tale”, once again on the parking lot of the supermarket with the big L, from you.
The front two of four opposing disabled parking places were occupied by DPB’s*. I parked my car with appropriate distance, so that I could open the door completely, on the next parking place. So far, so good.
When I came out of the supermarket with my wife, my blood pressure raised rapidly. While I was doing the groceries someone squeezed his matchbox car next to mine.
The front car was gone in the meantime, however this didn’t help me on any further. It was a
My wife stowed the groceries into the trunk while I drove quite rapidly into the supermarket again and announced the number plate of the vehicle in barker style.
When I arrived at the cash desk after my lap of honour I saw two guys in their early twenties standing next to my new favourite car, who were “instructed” by my wife.
They seemed understanding, but when I approached them I couldn’t suppress to ask them loudly about the “whistling” of my recently passed away “pig“ (translator’s note: German idiomatic expression for “Blow me down!”: “I think my pig whistles!”)
For the driver the situation was apparently unpleasant and he apologized several times, which slowly made me feel uneasy. He said he hadn’t seen that he was parking on a disabled parking place. I criticized the bad labeling already a couple of weeks ago, and it was promised to me to change it (see older blogpost).
I believed him.
For me the small dispute was long settled when he opened his trunk, took out one chocolate and one vanilla pudding with cream and absolutely wanted to give those to me as apology.
Of course I denied it, I was embarrassed and I felt already sorry for complaining.
The two guys drove away, and what was put on my rear window shelf,
One minute later an around 45 year old guy parked his black “mobile home” (SUV) directly in front of me on the opposing disabled parking place. I asked him if he knew that this was a disabled parking place. He confirmed this and said that he was disabled. Then he grumbled and drove away again when I asked him about the parking permit.
Does anybody have an idea which handicap he could have had?
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*Disabled Parking Blockers
Addendum 13,08.11: “Pudding booty” tasted good!
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Apparently it has gotten around that I am not one of the tallest any more with my 1,38 m in the wheelchair.
This
of an outside company is a real hit…
So somebody actually thought ahead, or it was a hobbit
Please note as well the perceived 12 kg
With the whole weight in my neck I am always hoping that my titanium vertebra is not breaking…
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Does this international hotel chain want to address especially wheelchair users?
Original text of the e-mail to the company on the driver’s door:
Dear Sirs,
I would like to draw your attention to the fact that this kind of “promotion” (see photos) is not well received by us wheelchair users, especially because your vehicle is blocking two disabled parking places at once.
When your vehicle arrived I was in my wheelchair getting into my car on the next parking place!
Click on tag handicap parking to read other “nice” stories.
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With a flat tyre on the wheelchair a
is essential.
This wheeler was lucky to be on the road with Makin’Track .
Dave is “Makin Track” and comes from Wales. He has got a bus for 5 wheelers and accompanies them not only in England but in the whole of Europe to their holiday destination. He is driving ahead in his bus with the whole equipment, and the guest can travel with him or fly relaxed to the destination. There you are able to drink and drive with wheelchair and bus.
He repaired the tyre in Formula 1 manner in record-breaking time.
This was in Crete, his next assignment was not so far away, in Switzerland.
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With a flat tyre on the wheelchair a
is essential.
This wheeler was lucky to be on the road with Makin’Track .
Dave is “Makin Track” and comes from Wales. He has got a bus for 5 wheelers and accompanies them not only in England but in the whole of Europe to their holiday destination. He is driving ahead in his bus with the whole equipment, and the guest can travel with him or fly relaxed to the destination. There you are able to drink and drive with wheelchair and bus.
He repaired the tyre in Formula 1 manner in record-breaking time.
This was in Crete, his next assignment was not so far away, in Switzerland.
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There are 4 designated disabled parking places at the entrance. 2 opposing on each side.
After the groceries, I was parking without bad conscience on one of these parking places, I was rather astonished.
Somebody managed to park with a “Smart” on the opposing 2 disabled parking places in such way that both places were blocked. This was a real effort, remarkable.
Unfortunately I was too slow, the creative parker just came out of the supermarket when I was still digging for my camera. Unfortunately I was already sitting in my car, what a shame, or luck for the lady!!!
My wife asked the lady why she was parking on disabled parking places?
These parking places would be for people who cannot “walk” and not for people who cannot “park”!!
She replied where this was “standing” that this would be a disabled parking place???
I just shouted from the car: You are “standing” on it!
She was standing with her feet on the
I have to admit, the symbol is really a bit “scraped off”.
I have informed the company L. concerning this matter. They answered by phone and convincingly assured me to renew the symbol as soon as possible and improve the signage so that nobody would park again “by oversight” on a disabled parking place.
The company L. had already 2 years ago removed a curb and raised the walkway after I pointed that out to them.
Very customer oriented, a very commendable company in this regard.
By the way, visually impaired are entitled to park on disabled parking places, but they are usually not the driver.
Link: Old, but unbeatable!!!
Pedestrians are parking on a disabled parking place!!!
They get involuntary help in leaving the car by Theo West (RTL, German TV).
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Today some innovative ideas of my city Frankfurt/Main!!!
in road construction usually are built kindly with “slots” in travel direction. In this case so that the wheeler can drive into the slots with his front tyres and doesn’t roll away when he is waiting for the lift. Unfortunately it was forgotten to illuminate the “waiting gully”, but this will certainly be realized in the next few days.
We wheelers are happy about every piece of cobble stone. It is better for us than some medication. The jolting supports the digestion at its best.
Thus especially commendable is this
It was designed according to the latest findings from the handicap area. Please note the joints between the stones which probably were not closed on purpose so that the wheelchair doesn’t roll away when getting out of the car. After getting out you keep “standing” safely next to the car. The different heights of the stones facilitate the car-floor-transfer, because the wheelchair is standing ergonomically on 3 wheels. Especially commendable is that the curbs are on grade neither to the street nor to the pavement, so that curb jumping can be practiced.
The width of the joints exactly match the size of the wheelchair tyres, somebody really took great efforts.
Thank you road traffic department Frankfurt, I am proud of you!!!
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Sorry, this entry is only available in Deutsch.
Yesterday I had to go again to the stadium, this time fortunately to the final, the whole football world cup slowly gets tiresome.
So one would fancy a little drive with the wheelchair, and once again gets a parking place directly at the stadium entrance assigned.
I had taken out again another football shirt, I thought red to be suitable, the other fans were partially dressed up as if the match was in a carnival city!
So you are looking forward to a cozy 90-minute not too stressful women’s football match, and nothing like that. My beloved SLR camera gave up the ghost already before the match, but my “Little Conan” was in a good mood.
It already started excellently. Before the match 1000 colourfully dressed, slightly confused people were running around on the field, trampling down the lawn and calling it final ceremony.
A glass ball, so what…
There was even a little bit of music…
Afterwards the match finally started!
In front of me there was an unqualified foolish clatterer with a kind of castanets shaped as black-red-golden hands. She got on my nerves with her clattering that much that I almost sacrificed half a liter of cider to extinct her confusion!!!
My “parking position“ in the stadium wasn’t too great. From there you could see too well how the Americans constantly dropped the ball.
After 90 minutes it started to get rather cold. Although the stadium roof was closed the heating was probably out of order. This permanent delay of the game by the Japanese players slowly got on my nerves. I was feeling cold, and they permanently scored an equalizing goal. Couldn’t they simply let the Americans win, then I wouldn’t have a cold now and no flat butt either. In the 120th minute the Japanese collected a red card and even got the fairplay reward of the tournament for this…
During the penalty shoot-out my mood hit rock bottom. The Americans still have to practice the 11 meter distance. They almost managed to score the ball underneath the goal.
What flight attendants are doing at the award ceremony they probably don’t know themselves, they certainly have lost their way, the airport is nearby.
When the Japanese finally held the cup in their hands they made a real mess in the stadium. They threw golden emergency blankets cut into pieces from above onto our holy Frankfurt lawn.
My ears are still buzzing from the noise of the fireworks, and because of the closed roof I haven’t even seen anything.
When I finally got outside it started raining, and afterwards I stood with the car in a traffic jam. I won’t forget the final too soon.
Oh, the effect of my medication fades away. It was a great football match yesterday!!!
Translator BL
Yesterday I had to go again to the stadium, this time fortunately to the final, the whole football world cup slowly gets tiresome.
So one would fancy a little drive with the wheelchair, and once again gets a parking place directly at the stadium entrance assigned.
I had taken out again another football shirt, I thought red to be suitable, the other fans were partially dressed up as if the match was in a carnival city!
So you are looking forward to a cozy 90-minute not too stressful women’s football match, and nothing like that. My beloved SLR camera gave up the ghost already before the match, but my “Little Conan” was in a good mood.
It already started excellently. Before the match 1000 colourfully dressed, slightly confused people were running around on the field, trampling down the lawn and calling it final ceremony.
A glass ball, so what…
There was even a little bit of music…
Afterwards the match finally started!
In front of me there was an unqualified foolish clatterer with a kind of castanets shaped as black-red-golden hands. She got on my nerves with her clattering that much that I almost sacrificed half a liter of cider to extinct her confusion!!!
My “parking position“ in the stadium wasn’t too great. From there you could see too well how the Americans constantly dropped the ball.
After 90 minutes it started to get rather cold. Although the stadium roof was closed the heating was probably out of order. This permanent delay of the game by the Japanese players slowly got on my nerves. I was feeling cold, and they permanently scored an equalizing goal. Couldn’t they simply let the Americans win, then I wouldn’t have a cold now and no flat butt either. In the 120th minute the Japanese collected a red card and even got the fairplay reward of the tournament for this…
During the penalty shoot-out my mood hit rock bottom. The Americans still have to practice the 11 meter distance. They almost managed to score the ball underneath the goal.
What flight attendants are doing at the award ceremony they probably don’t know themselves, they certainly have lost their way, the airport is nearby.
When the Japanese finally held the cup in their hands they made a real mess in the stadium. They threw golden emergency blankets cut into pieces from above onto our holy Frankfurt lawn.
My ears are still buzzing from the noise of the fireworks, and because of the closed roof I haven’t even seen anything.
When I finally got outside it started raining, and afterwards I stood with the car in a traffic jam. I won’t forget the final too soon.
Oh, the effect of my medication fades away. It was a great football match yesterday!!!
Translator BL
Yesterday it was raining only once. It started in the morning at 07:45. It was raining, raining, and in between it was raining as well.
Rainy weather and wheelchair, that doesn’t fit. When you are travelling alone with an umbrella, you are always driving around in circles
The only positive thing with rain is, it doesn’t hurt!!!
Unbelievable, but God is a football fan…
Just in time before the kick-off the pouring rain stopped, and all 46000 fans arrived with dry hair at the Frankfurt stadium to the semi final Sweden vs. Japan. The Wet T-Shirt Contest would have been omitted anyway as the stadium roof was closed to be on the safe side.
Because I am supporting the playing technique of the Swedes, the visual appearance of the ladies doesn’t interest me in no way, all contradictory claims would be a lie, I went to the stadium together with my wife in the best mood.
My yellow Eintracht Frankfurt Tetra-Pack football shirt from the 90s (see older blogpost), was virtually made for this event. About the match I remain silent.
Japan has deservedly won, will I be rolling to the final against the US?
Translator BL
Yesterday it was raining only once. It started in the morning at 07:45. It was raining, raining, and in between it was raining as well.
Rainy weather and wheelchair, that doesn’t fit. When you are travelling alone with an umbrella, you are always driving around in circles
The only positive thing with rain is, it doesn’t hurt!!!
Unbelievable, but God is a football fan…
Just in time before the kick-off the pouring rain stopped, and all 46000 fans arrived with dry hair at the Frankfurt stadium to the semi final Sweden vs. Japan. The Wet T-Shirt Contest would have been omitted anyway as the stadium roof was closed to be on the safe side.
Because I am supporting the playing technique of the Swedes, the visual appearance of the ladies doesn’t interest me in no way, all contradictory claims would be a lie, I went to the stadium together with my wife in the best mood.
My yellow Eintracht Frankfurt Tetra-Pack football shirt from the 90s (see older blogpost), was virtually made for this event. About the match I remain silent.
Japan has deservedly won, will I be rolling to the final against the US?
Translator BL