When the 50 (no, no, just to piss her off, I'll say she was 65) ish woman got out of the car, I said "You know that's a mother and baby space?" "Oh, is it? Must change that...." and she floated away.
Fecking cow. No baby seat, nothing. So, an hour later when I come out, she's still there. Resisting the urge to key her car, I go back to mine, grab some paper and write something along the lines of "You wouldn't park in a handicapped spot, would you? Have some respect!"
She's probably a mother, as well. And can remember all the crap about hauling kids to the shops. I think she's like someone else's mother, who thinks she's entitled to all that she gets, and more. Bitter.
I shoulda keyed her car.