On my way to the range, I encountered this fine piece of humanity at the local stop-n-rob.
After I put my camera away, she came out and demanded to know why I was photographing her car. I pointed out her faux pas, at which point she indicated the yellow-lined zone next to her car and told me that that was the handicapped spot.
"No," I explained, "that is marked off so that real disabled people with wheelchairs or crutches have enough room to get out of their cars."
She then told me that the spot on the other side of that zone was for handicapped, and that the striped zone was "for disabled passengers". The denial was strong in this one.
She then told me that I had illegally photographed her car and that she was going to call the police. I told her that I'd love that, because when they showed up, I'd insist that they write her the ticket for parking in the handicapped space. She again claimed that she wasn't in a handicapped spot, and I pointed out the big blue wheelchair painted on the pavement under her car. At this point, she quickly jumped into her Jag and backed out, then sped off. I guess that she didn't want to talk to the police after all.
Yeah, I know. I can be a jerk sometimes. And if feels pretty good.
I only wish I'd gotten her picture as well. Funny thing is, she was wearing an ID tag that looked an awful lot like the ones that hospital staffers wear. I might have to send a link to this post over to nearby Jefferson Memorial Hospital and see if someone there recognizes her cute little mid-life crisis car.