So my brother is 27 and lives with us. When he was 4 he was diagnosed with JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis) and he will never be able to walk again and get around like a person without such a disability. It seems like whenever we go somewhere, all the handicap spaces are taken...several times by people without the proper tags/identification for being disabled.
Usually we end up dropping him off and then driving around the parking lot, finding a normal space, parking and then picking him back up later.
From now on, if I see someone parked in a handicap spot who does not have the proper tag and who I know is not handicapped, I will cut the valve stems from their tires -.-
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Gods are fragile things. They can be killed
by a whiff of science, or a dose of common sense.