Handicapped

I was inspired to write this blog because of a recent encounter that I just had. The other day I witnessed someone I know parked in a handicapped spot. This infuriates me because I know for a fact they aren’t handicapped. And I’ll be the first person to call anyone out on it. I may come off as an asshole, but in all seriousness, if you’re not handicapped you shouldn’t be parking in that spot.



So when I finally ran into this individual, I called them out by saying, “Oh, hey, your legs are working just fine. I thought something happened to you.” They asked me what I was talking about because they had no clue. So I explained to them that they were parked in the handicapped spot and obviously not handicapped. What fired me up even MORE was the fact that they laughed about it, and instead of moving their car, they continued on their way. I’m sorry, but to me it’s not funny. It’s downright rude. Walk the extra 20 feet for crying out loud. Hell, walk the 50 yards if you have to. I don’t care how far you have to walk, for that matter. Just walk. Walking isn’t going to hurt you. In fact, it will do you well. And yes, chances of an actual handicapped person coming to this location and needing to use that spot is slim to none. But it’s the principal of the matter.



Hopefully, since I respect the reservation of the handicapped spot and will walk the extra feet, God will spare me the need for one later on in life. Don’t be an asshole. Don’t take the spot if you don’t need it. Appreciate the fact that you don’t need it. And if I see you in that spot and know you don’t need it, you better seriously think about staying in that spot.