My sister came up from Phoenix with her two kids, so we went right back into the belly of the beast. Day two at the County Fair.
But the situation at the bike rack was some fucking bullshit. My Kona’s in the middle there with the kiddie trailer locked up next to it. Two cars parked just about on top of the bike rack. The car on the right was literally on top of the damn thing.
Did you notice the handicapped parking only sign?
That car does not have a handicapped plate. Nor does it have a disabled parking placard hanging from the rear view mirror. In short, this is crap.
Yeah, she parked on the bike rack. Or at least drove over it when she parked. I guess no one needs to use that side of the rack, eh? And I know it was a “her” because I actually witnessed all five feet of her walk up to her giant rig while I was leaving.
Can a brother get a table dance?by