It is a sad thing when one of the highlights of having your sainted mother visit you is her handicapped parking pass. :/

Well, that's not really true. There've been other highlights :) But it is rather nice, in a guilty kind of way, for us to whisk into a handicap stall near the entrance of wherever we're going. The other night, en route to take our sainted mother (OSM) and her friends to Cirque du Soleil, we stopped at one of my favorite restaurants for dinner. Vince's has really great Italian food and happens to have a restaurant up the hill from the Cirque site, so we went there. As we pulled up toward the entrance, someone right before us parked in the only handicapped stall. I prepared to let OSM and the cherubs out at the curb, when the person who had just parked leapt back into his car and pulled away.

He had no handicapped placard, as we did. We all laughed because we could tell this guy's thinking, "What're the chances of someone who's handicapped coming up before I get my take away dinner from Vince's? Er....pretty high, I guess." Hopefully, the episode taught him a lesson: you can't figure the chances so just don't park where you don't belong!

In today's episode, OSM wants to go to Ikea. We plan to go late in the afternoon, when the crowds have thinned. I'm planning on having Swedish meatballs for supper. :) I had hoped to get in an hour or two surveying in SWG, but my unsainted husband (Sheepy) has usurped the account and is getting bludgeoned or something.