Parking is a Zoo

We decided to go to the zoo today since the weather was nice, relatively. It was a high of 50, but the sun was out and it wasn't cloudy. For the last five or six weeks, it has been below freezing and high winds or snow, so today was a nice day to get out and enjoy doing something outside.

The parking was a mess, it didn't help when the woman two cars in front of us couldn't negotiate the ticket machine. Most people drive up, take a ticket, which is time stamped, and then drive through. No, she is looking for a place to stick her bank card. She is holding it out and looking, searching... she gestures to the machine, as if a card reader will somehow pop up. A horn honks, not mine, thankyouverymuch. She holds the card up to show what she is trying to accomplish and someone yells something. She pulls up but the arm is keeping her from moving any more forward. A guy that is "managing" the parking steps forward to help her out and clues her in. She backs up, but is now too far from the ticket machine and has to open the door and grab a ticket, finally moving through. OMG. How do some people make it out of bed without drowning somehow?

There should be stickers that you can slap on someone like that secretly that identifies them as a moron. Several stamps would help identify the offender easier as a repeat moron, so that its easier to avoid these people and work around them.

At the end of the day, the moron takes the stickers off and doesn't think twice about this minor annoyance. Just wonder why they keep popping up on the back of their jacket.