MYOB

Those of you who don't know me personally, here is a little background for today's post.  I was born with Spina Bifida.  I'm not going to go into detail about what that means.  This is not freakin' WebMD.  (Side note: you shouldn't read that shit.  You'll have yourself dead and buried from a simple head cold.)

So, I have a handicap placard. Yeah I know, you're jealous.  God gave me a disability and then granted me with better parking than you.  It's one of the perks, asshole.

Here's the deal. Be very careful when you see someone pull into a handicap parking spot that doesn't fit the bill. Its happened to me more times than I can count. I pull into the best spot in the house and get looks of death from people.....usually crotchety old people.  They're thinking "look at this young little bitch, parking in a handicap spot.  Who the hell does she think she is!?!  I can see the look of annoyance and disgust on their faces.

And then it happens.....

I hang my placard and get out of the car, all while staring at them straight in the eye.  Go ahead, old man. Yep, you better believe I add a little extra limp to my gimp. Now what?!?

They smile at me, guilt ridden, and I smile back....all while stealing the shopping cart they were slowly moving toward before they made my business, their business.  I love people.

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