Inconsideration? Inconsiderosity? Inconsideritude? Whatever.
The parking lot at the post office was crowded today, to the point where I was actually sitting in line in my car, in the street, waiting for other cars to move into parking spots as they emptied.
I finally get in, and see a Hummer parked in two spots. Well, not really in two spots. It's taking up 2/3 of a handicapped spot, ALL of the striped zone next to it, and 1/3 of ANOTHER parking spot.
I didn't see a handicapped plate or a tag on the mirror/dashboard, so not only did this jackass not belong there, but he'd driven a DAMN HUMMER TO THE POST OFFICE. It's not like our post office is in the middle of a swamp, or a war zone, or on top of a 20,000-foot peak, requiring a team of Sherpas and an oxygen tank to get to...it's a post office, not the hut of a hermit wise man.
I should have keyed the fucker.
My college roommate's father was handicapped and it would piss her off when she saw people do things like that so she would leave notes on the cars chewing them out.