Last night I was running late for a dinner. I arrived in the precinct and couldn't find a car park for the van anywhere. So I abused my disabled car parking permit. Which I do try not to, as when I do have my son and his wheelchair on board, I find it infuriating when I can't get on. But deperate times call for desperate measure - or something like that.
As I left the car, there were a couple of young guys buying their parking ticket.
"You know that's a disabled car spot," one called to me.
"Yeah, I've got a permit. Bad heart," I said, patting my left hand on my chest for the desired effect.
Bad heart all right. What a lie!!!I shocked myself at how easily that slipped out.
Anyway, must dash... off to have a ct coronary angiogram...yes, really!
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I never park in a disabled car spot. BUT I think families with a disabled family member should be able to even if the person is not in the car - life can be more complicated and time is poor, so it is deserved. And, I am heartened that the young guys pointed it out. However, you could have said you were 'picking up'. Bad heart wouldn't cut it for me!
I know.... I'm still racked with guilt.... it was a very poor effort...
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