Disabled Frigging Parking...

Or 'Dear Mr Tesco, your Night Manager Really Put His Foot In It....



Went on a trip to a local 24 hour Tesco with my sister, She Who Likes To Make A Scene (actually fair play to her, shes good at it, polite but to the point and takes no shit whatsoever!)...

It is of course the festive season and this means we must visit damn near every supermarket in the region for a variety of ridiculous things... I digress though.

We arrived at the large Tesco store at 10pm. We mooched around the carpark looking for the cripple spots, thinking they would probably be in a row near the front door...

Uh, not this store, only two of their disabled spaces are remotely near the front door, the two at the top of the row. The rest extend back down the sloping carpark and apart from the slightly wider space, present little to no advantage whatsoever.

I know this, because the first twenty spaces were full - leaving us to park about as far from the store as was humanly possible without being out on the bloody motorway!

It was of course, pissing down - the joy of pushing, without gloves (the puppy ate them) through a wet carpark, up hill, in the rain and the dark... mm.

So I was quite pissed off before I even got to the pedestrian strip up the middle of the double row of crip spaces... and then I realised that our car was the ONLY car there that had a badge. Not one single other car did.

What is this? Do people assume us cripples don't venture out after dark, are we under some sort of curfew, do we not have irrational middle of the night shopping needs like anyone else?

SWLTMAS did so with the first employee we met through the door. He said he would send a boy out to find out more... we heard nothing.

We shopped.

We finished shopping.

We paid and then SWLTMAS asked to see someone about the parking issue. Ah, they said, we will send out our Night Manager...

Out he trotted... oh hum yes, very bad, dreadful in fact..... and then, then he said this...

" I hope it isn't members of staff....'

And thinking about it, it was nearly 11pm, two days before Christmas. There were only about five people shopping in the store vs about 50 members of staff (and we managed to bump into two more people we knew!)... it hadn't actually crossed my mind before, but you know what... I'll bet most of those people parked in the disabled spaces were fucking tesco employees!

I have never managed a large supermarket, I will admit this right now - but even I know its a bit fucking foolish to even concede the SLIGHTEST possibility that ones staff members might actually be in the habit of parking in the disabled spots on night shifts... just a little fucking bit?

Irate letter is on its way to Mr Tesco, and a visit to their facebook page is in the offing!