A living pictograph
I don’t know how widespread this is, but for a couple of years around here, shops have been marking “family” parking spots close to the front entrance in their parking lot; sort of like handicapped spaces, but painted white with the pictograph of a pregnant woman w/stroller. There is no vignette needed to park there, however – the “children on board” sticker and the baby seat in the back of the minivan will suffice.
I’m not one to head for these spaces particularly, I don’t mind walking three more cars’ length and I’ll often rather choose a spot close to where I can leave the cart after shopping at superstores. Today when I got to the mall, though, and one of these family spaces appeared, available, just in front of the entrance, well I figured with no accompanying boyfriend, my 8-month-belly and Xavier-in-stroller, I fit the pictograph so well, it would be a shame to park at the end of the lane. Two hours later, after a couple of errands and meeting Frank for lunch, Xavier and I were back in the parking lot.
Just when we got to the car, an (oldish) man with a fur hat drove up to where we were in his luxurious sedan. He seemed to signal me – at the moment, I figured he wanted to let me know he’d seen the toddler-in-stroller and wouldn’t be driving into it. I made a pleasant/busy face; the stroller wasn’t in his way in any case, so I wasn’t worried about it, really. I resume the operation of loading everything into the car.
It all took me at least five good minutes, which is a pretty long time in a parking lot. I had bought foam padding boards for the floor of Xavier’s playroom – big items to lug around – and the car doors are not electrical, so unlocking them all and loading all the shopping, the stroller and Xavier (who was very reluctant to get into his car seat) into the car took me a good while.
The man waited to get my spot the whole time. He had to manoeuvre out of the way of other circulation two or three times and eventually put up his 4-flashers to claim his ground.
When I was almost done – and had figured out what he was up to – I pointed quickly at the ground to indicate the white-painted asphalt underneath my car, to which he nodded in a “take your time” benevolent manner. He was parked before I’d cleared the lane.

