Worst vacation ever. I also have some of the crappiest vacation pictures ever. Some great ones, too, but I digress.
One of the first things we got managed when I got home was the obtaining of a permit that allows us, when I am in the car, to park in the blue-marked spaces specifically for those of us with physical disabilities, permanent or not.
This brings me to the point of my post today. If you do not have a parking placard or plate, OR if you are not disabled, but you think it's clever to borrow someone's placard or plate and in either instance, you park in the spaces reserved for people with disabilities, fuck off. Fuck off away from the parking spaces, fuck off all the way down the street, continue fucking off until you get to your home, and then once you're there, go ahead and fuck off once again until you learn the lesson, dick.
OK, I get that it's a mild inconvenience for you to have to park five or six spaces farther from the door because of these parking spaces. And I get that you're just "running in real quick" and it'd be so much faster if you just used that space "REAL FAST". I understand, you're a "good person" and blah, blah, fuckedy, fuckedy, fuck. Let me make it really, really, real here.
It is completely motherfucking inconvenient to have a physical disability. It's EVERY GODDAMNED DAY. I live with it. I can't just run to the bathroom, it takes me several minutes--fuck, I can't even stand up without help. So screw your urgent "real fast" Wal-Mart needs. You have two legs that work, use them. I cannot walk the distance from the parking lot to the store entrance without exhaustion and knowing that I now have to calculate my shopping needs to accommodate the trek in from the lot that people who just want "good parking" forced me into. Those aren't there for convenience, they are there because they are NECESSARY.
I was bitching about this to someone the other day and she said "What's the big deal? Just use those motorized carts."
Uh. So many different problems with that. Let's go:
1) There are people who legitimately require those carts because they cannot walk and be independent without those. It takes me time, and it's not graceful, but I can walk. Unlike the fuckwits who park in spaces they are not entitled to, I will save the necessary equipment for those who actually must have those. Even the wheelchairs that have baskets that some stores have--others still require those more than I. Also, have you ever tried to steer a wheelchair without two functional hands? I run into things. A lot. My left hand only really works when I want it, too.
2) I am a large woman. I was conspicuous before the stroke and had to listen to plenty of strangers comment on my appearance on the daily. I now use a walker. I'm privy to plenty of stares and whispered questions and comments also on the daily and it's assumed that I need the walker because I'm FAAAAAT (I'm not THAT big.). Do you know what people say and think about large people who use those carts without exceptionally apparent disabilities? I do. It's not nice. People are not nice.
Look, I get that the whole wide world seems grossly unfair when you see all these extra lovely perks that people who face daily challenges are awarded. All one or two of them. You poor, sensitive darling. It must be tough. I really, really feel for you. The thing is, it's much more difficult when you have to plan your day based on only being able to walk for five or six minutes at a slow pace before you have to stop.
Let me keep this one small perk that I get. There aren't that many.
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