Pickles by Brian Crane for February 11, 2023

Earl you’ve gone beyond silly. Just go home.

Does the odometer have a lucky number on it?

Oh, he’s saving the moment. He probably knows that he will never get the ‘swett spot’ ever again and wants to remember it.

A moment to savor for the great-grandchildren to wonder in awe with puzzled head scratchings.

I live this little story. When i was a sprog, one of my mother’s simple wishes was that we could park right outside the department store in our local town (very few spaces ). Then one day, not long before the store closed to be demolished to make way for a shopping centre, there was a space. Mum was thrilled! A simple wish, the granting of which gave her so much simple happiness. So yeah, I get Earl here.

I recently got my handicap placard. I find an empty spot about once in five places. Always empty before I was allowed to use them!

Come back at 1am, you can park in it as much as you want.

This magic moment So different and so new But like any other…

I really do not think that is going to happen.

Simple minds are easily amused, Earl!

Take a picture of this, you, Butthead.

preserve it and show it to everyone you know, right, Earl?

Earl tells a stranger, “Here’s a picture of me parked in the best, closest, most magnificent parking spot in the whole mall, and here’s the grandkid.”

I never understand why people will drive around and around or sit and wait for a space closest to a store when they are going to go inside and walk all over the place. Not questioning handicap spot users, just people who are perfectly capable of walking.

I park on the far side of the parking lot, hoping for a pull-through.

When I lived in Las Vegas, there was a huge athletic club just down the street from where I lived. You could always see someone circling the lot for a front row parking space…so they could go inside and run miles on a treadmill…

Not so fond memories of parking at Costco in the middle of a frigid winter day when the only available space was in the parking lot furthest from the entrance.

No Opal…he wants you to take the bus so he can still make Happy Hour at Elmer’s Beer Swamp. He’s yearning to be free, if only for a little while!

It took so long to take it and he’ll never have that parking spot again. Oh, no!

Now Earl is thinking! Take a picture of this special moment to show off and bore people with.

As you grow older, sometimes it’s the little things that bring a lot of joy into your life.

Until I got my handicapped placard I ALWAYS had 2 park “way over yonder” so I completely understand,earl…..

We call those spots “ rockstar”

I’ve seen perfectly able bodied persons park in those spots. They need to be ticketed! But cops rarely do parking lots because it’s private property. ☹️

A pic will seal the deal…showing Earl " still has it"‼️☺️☺️

Opal should take that pic of Earl with him standing beside their Studebaker. Then post it to Instagram.

Is that a Studi?

If you show up early enough or late enough, there is usually an open spot right where you want it — or will in a couple of hours or would have a couple of hours ago.

Frame no#. 5 -—- “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH THAT CAMERA”

Earl, it’s people like you, who cause the space to never be available.

Yes, Opal, take a picture of Earl, the car and the parking spot so you can get home.

While my front ’n rear fenders are “vulnerable” the running boards on each side protect me against those who park on either side of my ’33.

Opal, take the bus (or at least the steering wheel), it will be safer. Earl has obviously lost his mind and should not be allowed to drive.

I have parking Karma. Don’t know why but I always get a good parking spot.

Did Gorge Costanza write this sequence?

That’s a Studebaker, right?

I predict that Opal will get behind the wheel and pull out leaving Earl in the parking lot! ;-p

Opal: ‘Not until you call for me a Lyft..’.

What IS that car??Probably older than they are.