Does he call the thing you hang on the mirror the “Crip Sticker”. That’s what my dad calls his.
Of course, he is the guy who refers to my mom’s hysterectomy as “the time your mother got spayed”, so he is not exactly a paragon of tact.
Regards,
Shodan
LAWSUIT’D!! Aw, yeah.
He calls it the “crip license,” actually. I suppose he has an official license to crip, and thus park in the crip spot.
And yes, if you call his wooden leg a “prosthetic” you get a very exasperated look. It’s made of wood.
Listen buddy, I’m not stupid. I know there’s no such thing as an innocent Hungarian.
Didn’t Jamie say in the airplane thread that he’d never, ever, eveeeeer allow someone to pick him up because it infantilizes and demeans him? What are the two burly guys doing in that video? Why…they’re lifting him up!
But to be fair, he only did it because the guys begged for him to. He didn’t want them to suffer from inspiration deprivation during that trip to the gym.
Untrue. I keep a stock of them around for just this purpose.
I keep envisioning an old African American man with mostly white hair. One that doesn’t get around too well. Ready at a moments notice to “put a cap in a cracker’s ass”.
Shhhh.
Lugs lift him up where he belongs.
ROFL! My dad’s an old white guy, just in the interest of disclosure. He is kinda funky though 
And he’s got a sense of humor, which is an added bonus when you’re crippled.
Actually: I never thought of my dad as crippled. I know I never managed to outrun the old bastard when I was a kid!
Geez, that clip needed a soundtrack, too, and now, in my head, it has one.
Crochety “old men” with an attitude and a sense of humor are some of the best IMO. Hell, I almost look forward to a cane and being hunched over yelling at kids to get off my lawn. I think there is some sort of law where no matter what the dad’s speed or agility is, the kids can’t quite out do him. Glad to hear your dad has a sense of humor about it. I take it you got the “crips” reference"?
… in a wheel chair?
Go to your room.
My dear departed Grandfather had a blue tag for his car, and referred to himself as “invalid”, deliberate emphasis on the second syllable.
It’s a fine line between “helping the disabled” and “homoerotic gym play.”
My dear departed father had a blue tag and would drag one leg behind himself going ‘Unclean! Unclean!’ His disability had nothing to do with his legs or leprosy. God I miss that man.
That pretty much describes my dad, yeah. Except he’s the kind of old man that isn’t yelling at kids to get off his lawn… he’s handing out messy fudgsicles at about 8pm just before their parents want to send them to bed. He’s a bad old man
And yeah, I got it.
Derr…it was a joke, which lots of others got, such as
and
and LurkMeister, among the many others who got it and didn’t comment on it.
You people who beat up Hungarians OBVIOUSLY are silly Midwesterners. The new fad on the coasts are the Portuguese. Always smelling of the sea and shellfish…