I love that "This is one hell of a Make-a-Wish" joke he tells. Everytime I think of it I burst out laughing.
In my apartment complex there are -zero- handicapped residents, and limited parking. I am a renter who pays his fair share of money to live there, and I know of several people who have "extended guests" practically living with them not on the lease. So what happens when I come home at 2AM? Zero parking spots. So I park in the one handicap spot near my unit and just go to bed. I've had so many of my friends give me grief for this, and I'm just about damned tired of it. It's 2am for god's sake. How many handicap party-goers do you think will be coming here in the middle of the night, especially since none even freaking live here?
Another good point. Handicapped spots are always near the ramp, too. And that thing makes it a lot easier to move heavy stuff..
You never know, man. I've got a handicap placecard and I come home at 2am or later all the time. I've towed every sonofabitch that I've found in my spot. Though you've never seen anyone parking in that spot on a daily basis, it's a different situation. The people in my complex who park in my spot have seen my car there every day for almost a year now. Not only that, but two people who have DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE parking permits used to park in my spot all the time... I have absolutely no mercy for that bs. I towed their ass. Then they wrote a note on my car saying, "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know...." BULL! If you can't see the 3 warnings painted and posted on my spot, then go kill yourself. And to top it off, somebody within the last month, has superglued my keyhole shut, and then 2 weeks later, they stuck bubblegum in it. Nobody else's car, just mine... The only handicapped car and spot for 50 yards.... F'ing fantastic.
Megs, I'd go take a big steaming dump on the hood of their car. That's just me though. Guys can be good for more than just opening jars and fixing garbage disposals. We are great for really disgusting pranks as well. Only women would do something as lame as bubble gum, you need a man to do the really good ****. No pun intended.
Yeah well, if nobody lives here that is handicapped I'm not going to park in front of a fire lane (and ensure 100% that my car will be towed) rather than just park in a handicap spot, or even the wheel chair area next to the handicapped spot (I usually park there first, because that's an even smaller number of people who use that). Most people I know personally that have handicapped tags aren't even handicapped. For example, one of them has a stomach ailment that causes him to barf/go to the bathroom at random moments. And he gets a handicap spot for that? Usually I'll know if the person is handicapped and uses/needs the space before I ever think about parking there, and when I do park there it's never for any extended period of time.
Who cares. If everyone wants the handicap people to walk a few more spaces, then we should be able to as well. And for those instances that you dont feel like walking, then your moms handicap sticker always comes in handy.
One thing that annoys my wife (who works with handicapped children, all of whom are wheelchair bound) is when the parking lot has only one or two of those "van" spaces with the extra area for the ramp and then someone else parks their regular car there (even with a handicapped permit). She thinks there should be "van only" spaces required (and I have seen a handful of such "van only" spaces). Of course, I told her that she could just park at the back of the lot with the van where there's plenty of space because riding in the wheelchair isn't strenous for the child and the able-bodied among them can walk that extra distance just fine. She did not find this to be an acceptable solution (Of course, she gets mad at me because I almost always pull into the spaces at the back of the lot and walk. I don't like spending a lot of time looking for a close space, so I just pull into the first space I see, even though it's usually pretty far away). Speaking of obesity, though, I saw a report on Slate.com today talking about how things like air conditioning are factors contributing to obesity and that, generally speaking, a little extra walking had little to no effect. A link if anyone is interested in the details: http://www.slate.com/id/2145689/nav/tap1/
This reminds me of a while back when my girlfriend and I went to the store. I parked my car pretty close to the store, and as we were getting out, some old guy kept staring at me. I ignored him, but as I walked toward the store, the old guy shouts, "What's wrong with your legs huh? What's wrong with you?" I look at him for a second, and then I look at my car. It seems the parking spot opposite my car had a handicap sign, even though mine didn't. So I turned to him and said, "Sir, you should get your facts straight before you accuse anyone." He looked at my car for several seconds, and then turned around and walked away.
Sadly that's what I've come across most of the time. My father is a severe hypochondriac and although he can walk long distances fine, he asked his doctor for a parking tag because of his arthritis. He feels fine after he takes his Enbrel yet insists to always park in handicap spots. It's embarassing and annoying. He's a stubborn old man though, and insists he needs it because his ankles hurt at random times.
Yeah, it's pretty obvious why the area is striped, but I saw a really lazy person park there. All she had to do was drive to the parking space on the other side of the handicapped sign, and take another few steps, but she was too lazy to do even that. It's not like she needed to push her 4,000 lb SUV over there by herself
Well, I'm just glad that you are there to dictate what time handicap people should be coming and going from your apartment complex.
