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Originally Posted by SirOsis
To add, I think what finally set me off today was the fat person in the motorized scooter at Fred Meyer (a grocery store for you EC). Hey, if you lost weight you could actually walk to your ice cream freezer. What pride, what manhood do you give up when your response to someone asks you why you are in the scooter and you respond, "Well I'm fat."?
They get a lot of handicap parking permits around where I live. Actually, my wife and I get to park in a handicap spot less than half the time. Pretty annoying since, you know, they actually *need* the damn exercise.
On a related note, I came unexpectedly close to murdering someone who parked in the handicap spot at the post office ahead of us today. No tag, no placard, and 3 abled-bodied people inside who easily hopped out and were getting packages together and just...liked the convenient spot, I guess. A nearly full lot, no other spaces on the whole front row. Perhaps they did not notice the woman hobbling past them shortly thereafter. Decided on no confrontation whatsoever since the post office was due to close in 1 minute, and I really wish to avoid going there on Monday. Also would rather not leave my wife stranded as I get arrested. Also, prefer wife not think of me as "murderer".
Slightly satisfied when they were denied entry two minutes later. Also, one less chance to commit murder.
I actually probably could go full out deadwood on someone in a similar spot were I alone--and this does include healthy people borrowing a plackard for the purpose. Reflecting on it now, wish I were the sort to be cool and say, walk up and tap their window and say, "Pardon me, are you aware you are parked in the handicap spot? Oh, and by the way...you seem to have four flat tires." Or something but I doubt I could get more than two words out before snapping in a rage. And then how awkward would that be, talking to the cop afterward, "So, why did you slash his tires before murdering him? That seems rather unnecessary, given the impending murder, no? I mean, now we have to get that car towed instead of just driving it away--and no handicapped parking in the meantime, sir. "
Yeah, but the slashed tires thing would be great. They call the cops, cops ask why they're in the handicapped spot, actually that could be perfect. In fact, maybe I should call the cops after slashing their tires. Ah, but there are no payphones around.