Hey, I thought there was no wishing death on people in the Pit! 
Salutes in the general direction of Australia: good job! And hurry up with summer already down there! We need some up here!
People who get caught pulling shit like this should have the phrase “I was just running in” tattooed on their foreheads for all to see what kind of jerk they’re dealing with.
Why’d you leave your kid alone in the car? “I was just running in!”
Why’d you park in the handicapped space? “I was just running in!”
Why’d you park in the fire lane? “I was just running in!”
Why’d you park across three parking spaces in a crowded lot? “I was in a hurry, and I was just running in!”
People suck.
I have this fantasy in which I am the owner of some sort of business with a parking lot. Over every handicapped space, and at the fire lane, there is a sign that says “violators will be towed at owner’s expense.”
I have a deal with a tow truck company- at least one truck is standing by on the premesis at all times. The non-handicapped owner of the vehicle in the handicapped space, or the ijit who parks in the fire lane enters the store, and the tow truck driver immediately goes into action. Decent human beings applaud as the vehicle is towed from the parking lot. Even if the owner of the vehicle is in the store for only a few minutes, he/she comes out to find his/her vehicle gone.
I have a real mean streak when it comes to asshats.
I am trying to think of a situation in which someone would die if you could not park at the handicapped drop-off zone at the mall. Anything short of that is not good enough.
The reason that you always see things in a different way from others is that they long ago moved beyond the knuckle-dragging stage into an upright position. Until then you are limited by non-awareness of otherliness. (See below.)
Boo Boo Foo, well done!
I have a friend who is cannot even move his head and yet he makes the effort to go out to dinner with us from time to time. One night as his wife was about to unload him in his chair from the van, a car swerved in to park next to the van. It ran over my friend’s ramp. The other driver was mad that the ramp was in their way. (It wasn’t out of bounds of the handicapped parking lane.) I don’t understand that kind of non-awareness of otherliness.
Quadraplegia, as the medical community uses the term at least, doesn’t mean that all limbs are completely paralysed, but that the patient’s use of his arms is severely impaired. Some quadraplegics have enough use of their arms to drive specially modified vehicles but can’t, for instance, button their own shirts or sign their names. Others can’t voluntarily move their arms at all, and still others need to be on respirators just to stay alive. It all depends on exactly where the spinal cord got damaged.
Aha! The first part describes my friend, although he can sign a scrawl that pretty much counts as his signature. That’s probably how the term got associated with my friend in my (and his) mind. Thanks for the info; I’m glad to know I wasn’t COMPLETELY wrong! 
Both time (that I recall doing it) was for a medical reason, one my wife was sick and parked there to get her inside to the Dr., the other time happened when my sister was struck in the head by a iron bar and I went to help her. I really don’t give a flying one what those spots were marked, and would have acepted any fine for parking there.
You elightened metrosexual Zoe
My applause to the OP. Nicely done, Boo Boo Foo, nicely done indeed. I hope it costs the asshat a pretty penny to get his car back.
On the topic of handicapped parking spaces:
My husband, ever inventive, once suggested an electronic way of preventing the use of handicapped spaces by those who were not entitled. Since we now have the ability to attach electronic badges to cars that can send out signals (like EZPass for tollbooths or the SpeedPass gas badges) we could also place such badges in the cars of the handicapped. In each space, there would be a couple of rows of those “severe tire damage” spikes that are used to prevent people from entering parking lots through the exit. If a receiver got a signal that the approaching car had an electronic handicapped badge, the spikes would be lowered. If there was no badge, the spikes would stay in place and anyone who parked there illegally would have to replace their front tires. I thought it was quite ingenius, but likely cost prohibitive.
But I really needed to buy the latest copy of Big Jugs magazine!
Boo Boo Foo – perfectly done! Miss Manners would concur, BTW – her recommended method of dealing with this type of thing is exactly what you did – pretend the offender is making an honest mistake and would appreciate having it pointed out to him or her. Your refusal to respond in kind to the abuse he then heaped on you would also warm Miss Manner’s heart. And, the actual outcome is the ultimate payoff – because of his own personal assholery, the guy ruins his own day more thoroughly than even those of us who love people who need the handicapped spaces could hope for. As I said: perfect!
kanicbird – I do respect the occasional emergency. This is why Boo Boo Foo’s initial response was so perfect – when he asked the guy if he knew he was in a handicapped space, the guy should have responded with a rushed, “I know! It’s an emergency!” Instead, he wasted time abusing our board-buddy – definately the work of an asshole, not a poor-soul-with-an-honest-emergency.
Shodan – you had me going, there!
Fosters? Fosters!
We *do not * drink Fosters here. We are not fucking southerners. Please take note.
Thank you.
Well, I will admit that I don’t drink Fosters either, but I do fuck southerners.
The etymology I’ve always heard is that ‘dropkick’ is short for ‘dropkick and punt’. Rhyming slang on the ‘punt’ part.
‘The traps’ - as in 'around the traps - is just around town, the usual places you’d see someone.
We’re really going to have to do something about this Fosters business, I can tell. An ad campaign funded by ordinary Australians telling the world that there’s no way in hell that ‘Fosters is Australian for beer’, perhaps?