Jarek Molski has filed more than 400 lawsuits, he has been paid hundreds of thousands, to just go away already. Molski plied his trade , ran his hustle, give it a name, on restaurants, bowling alleys, retail businesses, all under the guise of the Americans With Disabilities Act. Now the Supreme court has upheld an earlier ruling by a California judge who banned Molski from filing lawsuits. Molski was travelling in Europe when the ruling came down. Molski is confined to a wheelchair, and I think he should have his spokes broke, maybe tip him over on his side for good measure.
It's guys like Molski that ensure you will have to walk a quarter mile across Walmart's parking lot, because all of the non-handicap parking spots are in the nosebleed section. Ever see anyone wheeling around Walmart in a wheelchair, other than a greeter? I didn't think so. Oh sure you see the occasional fat lady in pink stretch pants, careening down the middle of the potato chip aisle at a blistering 2.5 Mph. Chances are she isn't crippled anyway, just lazy, or maybe she just likes driving that stretched out rascal with a grocery cart stuck on the front.
It doesn't stop with paraplegic hustlers and obese women in Lycra. Someone , somewhere, right this fucking second, is about to get paid, for some offensive oversight, unintentional insult, for not being treated special, or for being treated special, thereby offending that person by calling attention to their affliction or other specialness. So the big retailers like Walmart mark off a couple of hundred parking spaces for Handicap only, even though the only handicap guy in the store is wearing a blue vest and shoving a shopping cart at you, I wonder if he has to park in the employee parking. Another common practice is to just pay the complaining party off. And why not, it doesn't cost Walmart a penny, it cost's Joe the six pack drinking plumber. Walmart just bumps up the price of those Nascar lounge pants, or those chocolate covered deep fried Twinkies the stretch pants broad just shoved in her Rascal.
I knew a guy who did slip and falls. I hated going anywhere with him. You never knew, he might just trip on a grape or pull a case of paper towels off the shelf, and on to himself. He would go to different cities and rent a car. He gets the insurance, natch, a couple of days in to his stay, he gets rear ended, hit and run, you get the picture. A few months in a neck brace, cha-ching. His girlfriend always drove the car that hit him, some old junker they would pick up or steal. Always on a side street, always at night. He was a thief, a crook, there was no denying it. But I've got more respect for that guy, than for people like Molski. Molski fancies himself an advocate, a voice for the handicapped everywhere. The problem is, nobody told the handicapped about it, hell they never even got to vote on it. They don't want some whiny, jet setting, serial plaintiff as an advocate.
Now before somebody gets their truss in a wad, I'm not lumping all handicap people in with this Molski douche bag. Cripple people have as much right as the next guy, to buy crappy clothing, made by 4 year olds, in a Burmese sweat shop. Obese people have every right to the same wide array of ring dings and wam wams as skinny people, I get it. The problem lies with the businesses who prefer to bow down, to pay off, and shut up, rather than go to court. Sure they will have some legal expenses, they will lose a few, but in the long run the businesses and the customers win. Take it from me, criminals are criminals for a very good reason. The whole object is to make as much money, with as little effort as possible. If the fruit isn't ripe and easy to pick, it's too much like work. If they don't just roll over, if they let it go to court, if they make people like Molski work for it, then the problem will go away to some other hustle. It really is as simple as that.
But , that's not going to happen, it's easier to just pay up, and charge it to everyone else. I guess, all things being equal, I don't have much room to talk or complain. Still, would it be too much to ask for a few parking spaces that don't require an over night bag and a Sherpa? And maybe somebody could tell the Lycra Lady to keep that fucking Rascal to one side of the aisle or the other.
