So I ran by Wendy's today to grab some lunch, and while I'm sitting there savoring jr bacon cheeseburgery goodness, I see this black 04+ grand pricks pull up in the handicapper spot right by the door. Beings that I'm an avid people-watcher, I take interest in just what ailment this person possesses such that they are entitled to a sweet spot up front where shitheads won't door ding their ride (not that her POS had that to worry about).
So, she parks, hangs her stick person wheelchair on her rearview, and jiggles her way out of the car, all 300+ quivering pounds, perched precariously atop an awful pair of wedge heels that not even my relatively fit self could manage to balance on. I pity those poor shoes.
Anyway, she walks into Wendy's, having a pretty easy job of it, not a disability in sight, and ordered what likely amounted to the better part of the menu, and walked right back out after taking her bag. No wheelchair, no limp, no visible physical impairments. This while I sat amongst a sea of blue-hairs who are all knocking on death's door with their nearly broken hips, and none of whom possess this blue placard of parking superiority.
I also noted another fatty pull up in the other handicap spot, but she had a temp tag and a cast on her leg, so I'll give that one the nod...
So really, is this shit this much of a sham that you just need to pony up a few bucks and a sob story to get one? Seeing as I don't need the exercise and I hate door dings, I should get myself one...
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So, she parks, hangs her stick person wheelchair on her rearview, and jiggles her way out of the car, all 300+ quivering pounds, perched precariously atop an awful pair of wedge heels that not even my relatively fit self could manage to balance on. I pity those poor shoes.
Anyway, she walks into Wendy's, having a pretty easy job of it, not a disability in sight, and ordered what likely amounted to the better part of the menu, and walked right back out after taking her bag. No wheelchair, no limp, no visible physical impairments. This while I sat amongst a sea of blue-hairs who are all knocking on death's door with their nearly broken hips, and none of whom possess this blue placard of parking superiority.
I also noted another fatty pull up in the other handicap spot, but she had a temp tag and a cast on her leg, so I'll give that one the nod...
So really, is this shit this much of a sham that you just need to pony up a few bucks and a sob story to get one? Seeing as I don't need the exercise and I hate door dings, I should get myself one...
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