this evening when i left work, i walked out to my car. it was parked in a handicap spot. the first thing i thought was, "who moved my car?" because lord knows i would never be as oblivious as to park in the spot with the big "$100 fee" sign in front of it and the yellow wheelchair graphic painted right there on the asphalt. the second thing i thought was, "huh. i must have parked in the handicap spot. oops." i guess the walk into the store today *did* take less time than usual. again: huh.

luckily, there was no ticket. which makes me think: maybe i'll park there again tomorrow.