As you may know, my husband is in the Air Force. We were married while he was in tech school and I had zero background for military living. And honestly, that has led to some fun situations that made my husbands chain of command just shake their heads.
One of these situations occurred at the commissary. I was going grocery shopping with my husband on a Saturday which always means lots of crowds and of course no parking. I had this handled. I knew where the perfect parking spot was. Nick was driving so I directed him to my golden parking spot. But when he gets there he refuses to park in it. He said “I can’t park there.” In my ignorance I asked “Why? It says “General” as in general parking.” I knew that I couldn’t park in the “Chief” or “Sgt” parking as those were reserved for officers. It didn’t dawn on me that general didn’t mean general parking. This revelation explained why I got such strange looks when I went grocery shopping on my own. I mean who wouldn’t think that a member of the general’s family was driving an ’87 BMW convertible with the back window taped up after it split. So there went my amazing parking spot. It wasn’t long after that incident that the signs on the reserved parking spots were changed to say “Officer parking”.