Parking woes

The other day I found myself with nothing much to do, not a place to go when I had all the time in the world making my round of raya-visit to my relatives’. The reason being that is, I was only with Pinky and these houses are structurally not accessible for a wheelchair user like me to get into. Sure they were kind enough to offer to physically carry me up the curbs, stairs and the split levels but I say forget it, but thanks anyway. I’d rather fly a kite anytime than to have my uncles and cousins breaking their bones carrying a dead-weight human on a titanium-frame chair.

So we decided to make our way to one of the best disabled-friendly malls in town -The Curve, in Mutiara Damansara- instead. Since it was still raya and all, we thought we’d have the mall to ourselves but our hopes dwindled seeing the traffic getting to the entrance of the parking bay itself was crawling. And we were like, yay, great, the city folks are back from their kampong. Hooray.

Anyway, having a crippled as a passenger, in no time we found our car parked at one of the best parking spots. In most shopping malls, disabled parking are placed right next to the elevators and The Curve is no exception. Credits to their management as they reserved at least two disabled parking spaces each next to every lift leading to the mall. What’s even better is they placed moveable signboards that reminds shoppers against parking their cars meant for the disabled or risk getting slapped with a fine or simply have their cars clamped.

Oh, and as if that would actually work?

Your guess is as good as mine. Assholes are everywhere apparently. As we were leaving, the other disabled parking space opposite us was taken and as I would have figured, the owner is not in any ways crippled. I thought the security fellas went down hard on these unscrupulous people but to my disappointment, there was only a damn ticket placed tightly between the car’s wiper and windshield that warns the owner against parking his car there. I mean, just a lousy warning? For being inconsiderate and irresponsible this dickhead got off the hook with just a freakin’ warning, printed on a piece of recycled paper. Would the security people actually take it that he would repent and not to repeat this irresponsible act the next time he comes a visit? I doubt. The answer is a sure NO. He did it on that occasion, he’s gonna do it again. And I bet that wasn’t his first time acting like a jerk.


For such offence, no wait…let me rephrase that. For such serious crime, his car deserve to be clamped AT LEAST. That ought to teach this fella a lesson and serve as a deterrent for others to not take this lightly. Calling these people a retard will only degrade the real mentally-challenged persons themselves. So lets just stick with assholes.

Lets get back to the real issue. So yes, we do have our reason for needing such space. Disabled parking place are normally wider than the normal ones so that we can conveniently alight from our vehicle and transfer into our wheelchair. In a way, with bigger space, it would save the car parking next to us from getting accidentally scratched.

I’m sure I have numerous other reasons why such parking space must not be hogged by hogs, but since Brazilian F1 is about to flag off, my mind has left the Curve a short moment ago, flying direct to Interlagos analyzing on the possibility of Kimi clinching the championship title for this season-ending, nail-biting race.

Sooo…If they insists on taking the spot, I say go ahead break your spine and you sure can have the parking for all the people in the world to give a shit, legally.