I pulled into the parking lot on a packed Monday afternoon and spotted a car backing out close to the entrance. I flipped my blinker on and slid into the spot. Another car appeared at the same time — a mom with an infant in a carrier — but I was there literally seconds earlier.Before I could even close my door, she marched up to me.“Seriously? I was going to take that spot,” she snapped. “I have a baby.”
I said calmly, “We pulled in at the same time. I was a little faster. That’s how parking works.”Apparently, that was unacceptable.“You should’ve let me have it. I’m carrying an infant,” she barked. “You’re young and healthy — you can walk.”Then she tried guilt-tripping me: “I guess you don’t care about mothers struggling.”That’s when the switch flipped. She didn’t want help — she wanted the universe to revolve.
