
Earlier this month, my siblings and I were out on a daylong excursion with my mother. It was lunchtime, and we decided to go to local restaurant for our meal. We pulled into the plaza parking lot and my brother headed for the handicapped parking spot near the restaurant entrance, as my mother has a handicapped license plate. She can’t walk very far at all without getting fatigued.
Unfortunately, the one accessible spot was taken. By a car with a regular license plate and no handicapped sticker. Was I ever pissed. But I became even more angry when the car’s owner came bounding blithely out of a nearby store and trotted rapidly over to her car. Fuming, I went up to her car and tapped on the window. She rolled down the window and I said, “Do you see that elderly woman over there coming along slowly with the walker?” Yes, she said. “Well, that woman is my mother. And unlike you, she has a license that permits her to park in this spot.”
Was the woman embarrassed? Did she apologize? Oh, heavens no! She immediately began spewing invective and curse words; I didn’t know what she’d been through lately! I didn’t know how rough her life was! Why, she’d had her hand in a cast till yesterday! I said, “Lady, I don’t care if both your arms were in a cast till this morning. You don’t have permission to park here, and your parking here has made my mother have to walk further than she should have.”
I was so angry I was almost shaking. I’m mad at myself for not having the presence of mind to get her license plate number so I could report her to the cops.
I want you all to know that even though I am an atheist, I am quite sure you will burn in hell for all eternity if you park in a handicapped spot without the appropriate sticker or license plate. Do not even think of parking there. I will curse you for all eternity.
Do you know people who grumble about “how many” handicapped spots there are? Remind them that eventually, unless we die early, we are all going to get to the point of needing them. And when you need one, there are never enough of them, I can assure you. Especially when the able-bodied asshats are parking in them.