Imagine Mrs. HM's dismay fit of pique on Saturday afternoon, when she pulled onto the lot of the Hillmomba Casey's to buy her scratchers, and found a minivan with two kayaks on the top in her rightful handicap parking space. No plate, no placard signifying handicap status for this vehicle.
I parked on the other side of it, even farther from the door, and began my slow hobble along the sidewalk. A woman came out, walking towards me, carrying a pizza. It smelled delicious.
"You have a blessed day, Ma'am," she said as she opened the door of the minivan.
"Thank you." I'm pretty sure my face showed more of a grimace than a smile.
HOW DARE SHE wish me a blessed day, while parked ILLEGALLY in my rightful handicap space!!! Is that supposed to relieve her conscience? Does she even have a conscience? Would she have wished me a blessed day if I was standing there taking a picture of her van in front of the HANDICAP sign that proclaims a $500 fine for parking there without verification?
When I came out, the van was still parked in the handicap space. The two women inside were eating their pizza. You know, because there is nowhere else to park to eat pizza, other than the single handicap space that other differently-abled people such as Mrs. HM might need to park in, to satisfy their gambling addiction.
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