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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.



I never use the fucking things....I am in better shape as a cripple than most Fat Fucks, and the 50 feet or less I might save by parking by the entrance isn't worth an extra visit to the DMV to get a new one.

That being said, I am all for illegitimate/illegal uses of the placards by taxpayers like Toelicker, and I support the underground black market movement of Handicap Placards amongst people with questionable or non-existent conditions.

Anyone with heart disease doesn't deserve to avoid physical activity by parking close to an entrance...how the fuck do they think their arteries clogged in the first place?? Only 2 times I ever used a placard: Parking in Newport Beach so I didnt have to pay meters, and then 1 week before Christmas 1997 down at Southcoast Plaza in Costa Mesa, I let a half-vietnamese hottie borrow my placard in exchange for a blow job...actually I think her dad pimped her out cuz he was driving around the parking lot looking for a place to park for 37 minutes, with all 12 members of the family practically passing out from motion sickness.
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