This is one of those bizarre aggravations that insert themselves into my life:
By way of background, my spouse is disabled. Thus, our car has a handicap plate on it. Now, MOST people know that such plates are for the use of disabled people, NOT their able-bodied loved ones. Thank goodness I am not required to swap out the plate prior to driving off on my own. Alright, got that?
OK, I went shopping recently, my usual rounds. Outside the local K-Mart, this little nosy busy-body apparently noticed that not only does my car have the wheelchair on the plate, but I am parking way the bleep on the end of a row far away from the door. And why not? Despite the plate I am not legally permitted to use the blue spaces unless the disabled family member is with me. He isn’t, he’s at home. Nothing wrong with my legs, no reason I can’t walk. The exercise is probably good for me anyway. Well, Ms. Busy-body comes up
“You know that there are handicapped spaces available?”
Yes, yes I know. I attempt to explain that since I am able-bodied I’m not supposed to-
“But you have handicapped plates! You HAVE TO park in the handicapped spots!”
I have to wonder if this is the same lady I encountered some years ago in this thread.
Anyhow, she continued to insist that I park in the handicapped spot. When I finally convinced her that no, I didn’t have some hidden disability and was really able-bodied she THEN tore into me for driving a car with handicapped plates on it! Um… I’m co-owner of the car? But apparently once the plates were on ONLY handicapped people where allowed to drive it or something. According to her.
THEN she goes off to look for mall security!
Teh Stoopid was getting thick and deep, let me tell you.
Anyhow, Mall Security Guy tried to explain to her all over again that yes, able-bodied people ARE allowed to drive vehicles with handicap plates all by themselves without the disabled people on board, and no, I don’t have to park in the blue spaces. In fact, even if my disabled spouse was driving HE wasn’t obligated to park there, either!
All of which made me think of our very own Handicapped Rights Crusader (HRC) Jamie McGarry, who along with his buff body-building physique might perhaps be called HRCules. Oh, how I wished he had been there to take on this clueless busy-body. I mean, gosh darn it, I’m doing my part to keep reserved parking spaces open and be an honest and upstanding citizen and THIS little harpy has to butt her nose in and hassle me for doing the right thing.
Some days you feel like you just can’t win… And I’m beginning to wish we had stayed with just hang-tags instead of getting the plate sometimes.