Ironically following my philosophy class, I witnessed an ethical faux pas just outside the classroom. It took place in one of the most competitive parking lots, in what was the most desirable parking space. Two students strolled over to their prized spot where their brand new Lexus sat ready to drive. The whole scene caught my attention because I too search for the perfect spot, but this one was simply too good to be true. They hopped into their pimped-up, white ride, and just before driving in reverse, quickly snatched a handicap sign off from their rear-view mirror. What low-lives these people lead. I have nothing more to say.
But it did make me think: how could one reserve such a special parking spot for future use? Hmmm…what about one of those orange parking cones. In my case I could store the cone in my trunk until a particularly coveted space became mine. I would leave it at the head of my parking spot and people would assume it was reserved for someone important, or required upkeep. At least I wouldn’t be depriving someone physically impaired of a parking spot. I’m just practicing for the future when my job allows a space designated to me with my name fuzzily stenciled on the cement with white paint.
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