Wednesday, September 05, 2007


OK, if you have a permit in or on your car that allows you to park in one of these marked spaces, please don’t park there and jog into the store. I want to see signs of an injury or a medical condition, either in the form of a limp, slow walking, bent over or oxygen tubes. If you don’t display any of the signs it looks to me like you’re faking it.

If you have a condition that comes and goes, use the parking pass when you have a flair and park elsewhere when you are OK. Also, if you let your 18 year old use your car, they shouldn’t be abusing its intended use.

Now to the medical community, just because someone has a fat ass and can’t get in an out of their car without a giant shoe horn and bear grease doesn’t mean they are disabled. There should be special parking spaces for them at the far end of the parking lot where we can enable them to get some exercise by walking a little more. Please stop giving out permits like they bags of popcorn at the lumberyard. These permits are controlled substances, too.


Blogger Beth said...

Wow, you're on a roll these days! Love it.
There are days I wish I had one of those permits but then I think, hell, THE day will come soon enough...
Have you ever actually seen a "weight challenged" person with a disabled permit? I haven't.

7:10 AM  
Anonymous K-K-K-K-Herb said...

I suppose the next thing you're going to suggest is cattle guards in front of Walmart, McDonald's, etc. How about empowering those pimple faced kids at the fast food places with the same responsibilities as bartenders with the ability to say "I'm sorry, I won't overserve you"!?!?!?

8:55 AM  
Anonymous auntie said...

K-Herb, spoken like someone who has been refused service before, 'ya bastard.'

11:13 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Beth, I have indeed seen that.

K-Herb, as always I enjoy you politeness with the address of "Pappy." Your a good boy. Anyway, physical restrictions should only come from places that exclusively serve deep fried food such as the Ship Inn. Fast food places should have an IQ barrier, "Must have an IQ under 90 to enter."

Auntie, no pickin on the kin folk, Pappy

12:21 PM  
Blogger Auntie said...

He'll know when I am pickin on him. As will you, "Pappy".

1:19 PM  
Anonymous CB said...

Usually agree with you, as you know, but this time, nope!

My dad has Parkinsons and when he gets out of his vehicle he may be in the pink but he knows full well that twenty minutes later the bradykinesia, range freezing, and dystonia can set in. He can't abide being housebound for the comfort of others. That vehicle pass gives him the courage and "permission" to go out into society and pass as "normal," inside a store, for awhile. Yes, somedays he does a hop from the truck, and I love to see those days. I love, more, to see the days he doesn't come shuffling or jerking back.

I can't help but to think that Parkinsons isn't the only disease that has a multitude of symptoms we who don't suffer know little about so can't understand why "they" are being given little extras.

Honestly, we're giving up three maybe four parking spots. If some asshole who truly has no ailment is using them, or has tricked their doc, that's their "karma". Think what kind of life they have surrounded themselves with, their friends and who they are! I think that's plenty of punishment!

1:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday

From your friends on Big Island Road.

4:05 PM  
Anonymous walter richards said...

Now, if y'all'd submit to them microchips the guv'mint-man wants ya to have implanted ... we could use their stored medical history and scan people parking in those spots to see who really can park there, whether they have a permit or not. Then, if'n they don't have a real medical condition ... a little robot could come out and let the air out of all their tires and then send a signal for a big robot to come impound their vehicle.

4:31 PM  
Anonymous gearhead said...

I have an aquaitance, certainly not a friend, that is disabled.
After serving the Veitnam war in Germany, he broke a finger.
Every since then, he recieves a check for (I forget) somwhere around $350.00 per month disability.
Meanwhile, he is a welder fabricator in a local fab shop.
He cuts, transports and stacks firewood on the side.
I'll give him credit for many things.
He is not lazy.
He works hard and earns a good living.
If I were to cross him, I would need to pack my lunch, he is tough.
Why are all of the rest of us paying for this type of phoney "disability"?
And, by god Guy, If I ever see you in his disabled spot, I will be the first to turn you in.!

10:38 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

CB, I'm sure your father doesn't jog out of the car even on his best days. Also I think there should be Senior and Disabled parking.

Thom and Deb, thanks, guys.

Damn, Walt, Gov-mint is a Zappa line. Shall we bring out the Mammy Nuns for relusitation?

Gearhead, I make it a point to park by the carriage return. Even if I were to become disabled I'd still park by the carriage return.

5:42 AM  

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