“PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
(This is a true story. The names were changed to protect the innocent.)⠀
Funny but true… It’s a cold winter day. I am wearing jeans. (This is an important detail later in the story.) I’m rushing to my car to get out of the wind. All of a sudden, I hear a woman—let’s just call her ‘Karen’—yelling at me.
I’m friendly! I assume she’s just going to say she thinks I’m brave or inspirational. But NOOOOO! She is yelling at me because I’m parked in the handicapped parking spot.
I figure, oh well, and just get in my car. She continues to irately yell at me. I try to calm her down by telling her, ‘It’s OK. I really am handicapped!’ But NOOOO, she will not accept that. She starts saying words like ‘report’ and ‘police’ and ‘you should be ashamed.’
So what’s a girl to do? I calmly take off my leg and stick it out the window. Well, OK then…now it’s just awkward! She starts grumbling, ‘Fine, fine, fine. Whatever.’⠀
Here’s the deal, for all of you guys who are handicapped parking vigilantes, I’m sure you mean well. But, it’s kind of like asking a woman if she’s pregnant… YOU BETTER BE DAMN SURE.”
This story was submitted to Love What Matters by Haven Faith Shepherd. You can follow her journey on Instagram. Do you have a similar experience? We’d like to hear your important journey. Submit your own story here.
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