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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