Parking Lot & Cranky Me

Today I went to Target with Dean (who still uses a car seat) and a few of my kids. I recall taking a little time to park my vehicle in the parking spot so that my car was in the middle of the white lines. When I returned to my car I was surprised that somebody had parked to the left of my car with the tail end of their car going over the white lines into my parking spot. Needless to say, it was very difficult to get Dean into his car seat with my car being so close to the car on the left. I started to feel a bit cranky. I thought, obviously the person who parked to my left doesn't have children and doesn't realize how hard it can be to get them into their car seat if there isn't enough space. I tried to be careful not to damage the car with my door, even though my mind was thinking it would serve them right if they got a ding. So. . . . . with my limited arm mobility, I squeeze Dean and my arms and shoulders into the space and blindly hope he lands in the right spot. Then I begin to remember the shapes of the car seat buckles as my eyes can't see if I am securely fastening him. I am in this precarious position when I notice the young mother who shows up to her car on my left. Shockingly, she has a child in her cart. I thought she was going to say something along the lines of "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize my car was so poorly positioned in my haste to get into Target!" . . . . . .but she said absolutely nothing. She sat there with her cart and child for a moment and then got into her car. She didn't even acknowledge my existence! At least she didn't try to drive away while I was still trying to blindly get Dean's seatbelt to click. I squeezed my way through to the front door of my car and got in, grateful I wasn't wearing clothing that would show I had rubbed up against two cars. She then drives away. I was feeling pretty cranky at that point. I'm over it now, but still amazed at the inconsiderate people we sometimes run into. Yeesh.