I’d like to preface my statements by saying that it is only God’s good graces that I have no need for the handicapped spaces today. When I was 13 the doctor told me that I would be wheelchair bound by 18 or 19 (I really messed up my knees). I’m now 30 and I can still walk just fine (lots of pain sometimes - but I can walk).
Just because a person is handicapped why should their bladder take precedence over mine? I was always told that those stalls were not exclusive to handicapped people (unlike the parking spaces) but that they were the handicapped accessible stalls. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t go out of my way to use them, but, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
The parking spaces on the other hand, I would NEVER, EVER, EVER park in one of those. I would rather park illegally and risk a ticket than do that (regardless of how many of the spaces are currently unused). I get so furious at people that do that. My ex-mother-in-law used to do that. Yes, my ex-father-in-law was handicapped, but she would use the spaces when he wasn’t even with her. That used to burn me up. I would never put my car in one of those spaces, even when my knees are at their worst - I just gimp along from my spot “2 miles away”. And, then, usually, some perfectly healthy 20 year old bimbo parks in one and goes loping into the mall like she owns the place - GGGRRRRRR. The other spots, OTOH, piss me off royaly. In the mall near me, for six rows across, up both sides of the rows, in front of every door is the following: 6 handicapped spaces (fine, this mall is busy), 3 “for our senior customers” spaces (don’t really agree with it, but I can deal), 3 pregnant women spaces (give me a break), and 3 women with children spaces (you have got to be kidding me). That’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?
Hey! I’m only 5’2". Can I have some “short people parking”? My legs are shorter than tall people’s. I have to walk faster to keep up. I have to take more steps per yard to get where I’m going. That’s a lot of work. Why should I have to walk as far as tall people? I’m writing my congressman. (for the humor impaired: that was a joke)
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