Entitled Mom Blocked Our Delivery Spot & Told Us to ‘Work Around Her’—Minutes Later, She Regretted It a Lot
It was a typical Tuesday morning, one of those days where everything seemed to be moving just a little slower than usual. My friend Sarah and I had been planning this delivery for weeks, and we were both excited to finally see our efforts come to fruition. We were working with a local charity to drop off several boxes of food, clothes, and supplies to a community center that was hosting a big event for families in need. The center had a designated loading zone right in front of its doors, and we were supposed to park there to unload.
As we approached the building, however, something immediately caught our attention. A minivan was parked right in the loading zone, blocking our access to the entrance. And, of course, no one was inside.
I sighed, pulling up behind the minivan and waiting a few moments to see if anyone would come out. We were on a tight schedule, so I honked once, hoping to get the driver’s attention. Almost immediately, a woman in her late 40s, looking somewhat disheveled and clearly not in any rush, stepped out from the building’s side door.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said, trying to stay polite. “This is a loading zone. We need to unload, so we’ll need to park here for just a few minutes.”
She gave me a dismissive wave as she walked up to her car. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m just running a quick errand inside,” she said, as though it was the most logical thing in the world to block a loading zone without a care in the world. “You can just work around me.”
My jaw tightened. I could already tell where this was going. “We’re on a tight schedule, and we need to unload a lot of boxes quickly. Could you please move your car?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned against the minivan. “Look, I’m in a hurry, too, you know. Just park somewhere else or, like, find another spot. I’m not moving.”
There was a moment of stunned silence. I was trying to process what she had just said. Was she really asking us to just “work around her” while she took her sweet time running errands in the middle of the loading zone?
At that point, I wasn’t willing to let this slide. I looked at Sarah, who was equally frustrated, and we both knew what needed to happen next.
“We really can’t do that,” I said firmly. “We’re here to help, and we can’t waste time trying to find a different spot. This area is for loading, and it’s designated for deliveries like ours. You’re blocking the entire space, and it’s not fair to ask us to deal with that.”
She smirked, clearly uninterested in what I had to say. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. You can figure it out. I’m not going anywhere.”
Well, that’s when I made a quick decision. I pulled out my phone and called the building’s security, explaining the situation and asking them to send someone to sort it out. I wasn’t going to let this woman ruin everything we had worked for. Moments later, security showed up.
The officer walked up to the woman with a polite but firm demeanor. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to move your vehicle. This is a designated loading zone, and you’re blocking access.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Oh, for crying out loud. It’s just a few minutes. Can’t you just let them go around?”
The security officer’s expression hardened. “No, ma’am. You’re breaking the rules. You’ll need to move now.”
The woman muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, but she got in her minivan and started to pull out of the spot. The moment she left, Sarah and I quickly parked in the now-empty spot, ready to get the delivery done.
As we unloaded the boxes, we saw the woman walk back out of the building, clearly flustered. She was now carrying a large bag of items and looking around for a place to park. I couldn’t help but notice that she had to park quite a distance away, as all the closer spots were already taken.
As we finished unloading, she stormed past us, muttering angrily about how “unhelpful” people were these days. I smiled to myself, knowing that she had just learned a very valuable lesson in parking etiquette — one that, hopefully, would stick with her.
Minutes later, she was gone, and we were able to continue our work without further interruptions. It wasn’t just about the spot anymore; it was about standing our ground when people tried to take advantage of others. Sometimes, people need a little reminder that rules exist for a reason, and that when you act entitled, it can come back to bite you — hard.
