My mom has a handicap parking plackard that she hangs from her rear view mirror.

Years ago I sold them for drugs, but that's another story.

She got replacements, after filling out a bunch of incident reports and answering suspicious questions.

They gave her two, so I took one. I love the looks I get when I park in the handicap spots right in front of buildings, and then get out of my car and walk briskly into whatever store I'm patronizing.

I've gotten a couple of nasty notes, and many dirty looks. I always tell people it's a urinary track infection. Then I ask to see their feet.