Apologies for posting another non-wargaming blog.
Went to check up on my mother yesterday, and took her out to her favourite pub for lunch. The pub has 3 disabled spaces near the entrance (my mother has a blue badge as she doesn't walk all that well). When we got there one of the spaces had a car in it, and the remaining two had a Range Rover parked across both of them.
I pulled up close to squeeze on to the end of the row whilst my mother went in. I then noticed that the Range Rover wasn't displaying a disabled badge, so I went in to tell the staff. As I'm doing so a bronzed, medallion wearing bloke informs me it's his car in a "So What?" type way. After a request from me a glare from the barman he reluctantly consents to move it. When we get out his main concern is that I don't scratch his car when moving mine, and followed it up by closing my car door on my leg as I'm getting in.
When we've finally moved everything round his parting shot is "Is there a problem with your car or just the driver?" the logic of which slightly escapes me.
What a git.