Look a’ there, maw!
They’s lettin retards get handicapped plates!
I was utterly unaware that mental deficiency was an ADA recognized disability. Today I saw not one but three completely non-physically (at least from outward appearance) handicapped people driving cars with handicapped plates, and driving them in such a manner as indicated they were incapable of:
Understanding that speed limits can actually be operated AT, and it is not necesary to drive 15-30 mph UNDER the limits.
Finding the accelerator under ANY circumstances.
Driving with their feet OFF the brakes.
Using turn signals to indicate a turn
Turning at any time after using their turn signal.
Braking for reasons that are apparent to others.
Lest anyone think I’m being more of an asshat than usual, yes, I underferstand that people might be handicapped in a less than visible manner, but I ended up (Painfully) following the asshats in question to MY destination, where they got out of their cars (They were the only passengers, and yes, they parked in the handicapped spots) got OUT of their cars wearing shorts and T shirts, and with no prosthesis or canes or crutches, walked normally to the (autozone, jewel, walgreens). So if these motherfuckers were handicapped, it had to be mentally. Which was pretty evident by their driving.
This is why it is a very, very very bad idea for me to concealed carry on my way to work- or anywhere, for that matter. I’m perfectly fine just trying to use my unbridled rage to make their heads assplode.
Been watching men who stare at goats? It is amazing how calming CCw is. I hardly ever get mad anymore. At least while driving.
Laser eyes would be damn handy.
Tangentially related to your post, there are people who aren’t handicapped in an obvious way, but require close parking nonetheless. Some people have heart or lung conditions. My father was eligible for it with his emphysema, but he would’ve killed me if I got it for him. I know someone who was a welder until a mill accident busted his knees; he can walk just fine with a normal gait for a limited distance, but would collapse if pushed beyond it.
Now regarding s**tty drivers: nothing like the rain to bring them out in droves. It’s bad enough in good weather, but once the rain begins to fall, I learned to expect every licensed asshat to appear, and only on two lane roads, and only demonstrate their asshattery when I cannot pass them.
Indiana Rt. 130. I get behind Richard Cranium, and we go 35 in a 55 as long as traffic is coming. He speeds up when I move to pass and drag races me at 70. I drop back, and again we’re going 35, playing Tetris with the guy behind who is now tailgating Mr. Cranium. Bonus points for his slowing to make the yellow and leaving me the head of the pack with a red. I want a hood mounted M203 and cow-catcher bumper for Christmas.
I’ll give you the lung condition, though one of these fuckers was smoking.
Otherwise, though, I’ll still contend they were granted handicapped status for mental deficiency.
Could’ve been scammers — some jackasses will play up a hangnail if it means they get a tag for the primo parking lots. And given that “leech” tends to be a comorbid condition with “asshat”, I’d bet money that at least one of those observed fell into that category.
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I grew up riding and learning to drive in cars with handicapped plates (for my dad, who does in fact need them — he’s also why we never had a stick shift). It took a year before I stopped scouting for blue lines when looking for my own parking spaces. :-P On a more serious note: My dad always told me that if I was in his car and the parking lot was full, to either park wayyyyyy at the back or to use the handicapped spaces. His logic was that if I take a closer, non-handicapped spot, that bumped out someone else who had fewer options. (I usually went for the back of the lot.)
Working in the local ER, I get to know a lot of the local Zombies and I will see the non-handicapped family members driving Grannies car and taking advantage of that parking sticker.
My favorite is one old boy who pulls up in the handicapped parking, gets out and then pulls out his White Cane with the Red Tip on it and strolls into the WalMart. Serious WTF?, material.
My favorite is one old boy who pulls up in the handicapped parking, gets out and then pulls out his White Cane with the Red Tip on it and strolls into the WalMart. Serious WTF?, material.
More like “run to the car and race home before he gets back on the road” material.
He didn’t happen to have a seeing-eye cat with him, did he?