I'm eligible
for a handicapped tag for my car, so now I can park in the spaces reserved for the gimps and cripples and old farts.

(All of which describe me at the moment.)

It's kinda funny sitting in my car in one of those parking spaces for a moment with my daughter,because we get incredibly dirty looks from people for being young and healthy and taking one of those spaces- until I put up the tag and pull out the crutches, at which point they slink off in embarrassment.

My tag is good for six months, and I intend to use it up to the end.
( Wanderer, Tue 20 Apr 2010, 16:13, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I love mine. I only use it on bad pain days,
but it sure comes in handy. Oh, and if you have to park on a meter, that's free ;)
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Tue 20 Apr 2010, 17:27, Reply)