Parking Ridiculousness

Anyone who has ever lived on a military base knows there is a lot of ridiculousness involved. I am sure there are very logical reasons for much of this, but that's not going to stop me from complaining.

Being that I am 32 weeks pregnant, it is getting a little harder for me to get around. It's just part of the whole being a woman gig. Normally, I just accept that I am moving a little slower for the time being. However, today it was rainy. Let me tell you, being the size of a small elephant, moving at the speed of a snail and getting soaking wet is not my idea of a good time. Anyhoo, I had to get some groceries this morning. So after dropping Jacob off at daycare, I stopped at the commissary. I generally don't shop the commissary because I hate the whole concept of baggers working for tips only (but that's another rant), but I decided to make an exception today. They open early for shoppers only buying a few things so there were very few people there. The parking lot was virtually empty. I parked and proceeded to make my way to the door. As I waddled along, I realized that I was passing spaces that were empty and frequently are. These have lovely little brown signs informing passers-by that they are reserved for the big cheeses on post such as the commanding general, sergeant majors and the like. My question: do these guys actually use these spots? Which led me to the thought that these guys supposed to be leaders in the Army meaning that they should be physically fit (or at least capable of walking from the back of the parking lot to the front door of the commissary). From there I spiraled into frustration. Finally, I ended up at the front door, soaking wet and frustrated, with yet another reason not to shop at the commissary.