I had a disabled placard in my car that I never even put on the mirror unless my dad was riding with me (it was his placard, and I drove him everywhere). I once parked in a disabled spot at his church so that I could get him into his wheelchair and into the building. When I came out, two church ladies started yelling at me that I shouldn't be parked there. It was really embarrassing, but it was wrong of them to jump to conclusions. Yes, I walk just fine, but my dad didn't.
All I'm saying is there might sometimes be extenuating circumstances you don't know about.
All I'm saying is there might sometimes be extenuating circumstances you don't know about.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
