Five dollars and a total knee replacement have allowed me to have a red, temporary handicap parking pass. Handicap parking spaces are usually filled when I arrive. Occasionally, illegally. I wish I had the nerve to slap a 'mentally handicapped' sticker on their windshield. Lacking the courage to do so, I leave it up to karma, what goes around comes around.
This weekend I found an empty handicap spot in front of Trader Joe's. When I got out, I looked at the car in the next handicap spot. There was a woman in the driver seat. I didn't see a pass hanging from the mirror. As I passed the front of the car I expected to see a handicap license plate. There wasn't one. I kept walking. The woman in the car rolled down the window and actually yelled at me. I stopped and turned. She shook her fist and said, "I have it right here" waving a blue handicap pass. I said, "Fine. No problem." But the woman was truly indignant and continued railing at me. Backing away, I said, "Really, it's okay." This served to further infuriate her.
Her last salvo: "Besides, you are just a temporary cripple!"
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