Im a gimp, I make no bones about it. I will never walk normally again and will be in a chair all too soon.
I have handicapped plates on my car, most people have the little placards that hang from the mirror, which I also have for when I need to be in someone else's car. I prefer the plates, they dont dangle in the middle of my field of vision and I dont forget to hang them up when i park =)
So here I am just parking in a gimp spot at a reasonably local Paneras to score some orange scones and a nice sourdough boule [the counter peeps at this panera are fantastically nice. Yes I have mentioned it to corporate =) ] my window is down and I havent gotten out of my car yet because I am waiting for the end of the song on the radio.
Some dizzy bint in a momvan screeches to a stop, jumps out of her momvan and runs up to my door to yell at me for taking a handicapped parking spot with no placcard, and how it is reserved for the handicapped.
I swing my door open, pushing her out of my way, almost whack her in the head swinging my canadian crutches out of the passenger seat, silently point at my handicapped license plates and stump into the paneras for my floury goodness.
The 4 or 5 people hanging out at the cafe tables outside are almost rolling around on the ground laughing at her.
I stump back out to my car and she is falling all over herself babbling some lame apology. I get back in my car and drive off silently ignoring her.
Moron. I really hope she has learned her lesson about jumping to conclusions.
I have handicapped plates on my car, most people have the little placards that hang from the mirror, which I also have for when I need to be in someone else's car. I prefer the plates, they dont dangle in the middle of my field of vision and I dont forget to hang them up when i park =)
So here I am just parking in a gimp spot at a reasonably local Paneras to score some orange scones and a nice sourdough boule [the counter peeps at this panera are fantastically nice. Yes I have mentioned it to corporate =) ] my window is down and I havent gotten out of my car yet because I am waiting for the end of the song on the radio.
Some dizzy bint in a momvan screeches to a stop, jumps out of her momvan and runs up to my door to yell at me for taking a handicapped parking spot with no placcard, and how it is reserved for the handicapped.
I swing my door open, pushing her out of my way, almost whack her in the head swinging my canadian crutches out of the passenger seat, silently point at my handicapped license plates and stump into the paneras for my floury goodness.
The 4 or 5 people hanging out at the cafe tables outside are almost rolling around on the ground laughing at her.
I stump back out to my car and she is falling all over herself babbling some lame apology. I get back in my car and drive off silently ignoring her.
Moron. I really hope she has learned her lesson about jumping to conclusions.
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