Today I went to the supermarket. It was raining and the parking lot was packed, except for the three handicapped spaces and two other spaces right next to the front door. However, those two other spaces were reserved with a big red sign for customers with infants.
Wait a second, I thought. I used to shop at this store all the time when I had infants. I was lousy with infants and there was never reserved parking or shopping carts with built-in baby seats or candy-free check-out lines.
I felt like I had a right to park there. I felt like I had already paid for the privilege of using that space fifteen years ago when I would schlep across that parking lot with a screaming baby in the 50-pound Rock ‘n Ride infant seat and a toddler in a backpack. Yeah, I deserve to park in that space.
But I didn’t.