Anyone would agree that parking in a handicapped space, when one is not in any way handicapped, is one of the great moral crimes of this or any other century, ranking just behind the smoking of unfiltered cigarettes in the maternity ward. I could perhaps argue that that the moral handicap implied by the very act carries its own form of twisted justification, but I'm not going to, because I want to discuss a related gray area instead.
You don't park in the handicapped spot. You, like everyone else, reserve a particularly withering glare and heavily inflected "tsk" for those occasions when you see a beat-up Ford LTD parked there on a careless angle with no handicapped symbol displayed in the windshield. It's a satisfying holier-than-thou moment.
But what about handicapped washroom stalls? Do you use those? They don't have the big blue man-in-a-wheelchair stencil painted on the stall door, and yet... is it right? They are big and spacious and roomy and probably cleaner than those other cramped high-traffic cubicles...
I choose the handicapped stall every time. And every time I have this low level worry that somebody in a wheelchair is going to come in and find his stall occupied by some jerk who has no need for the rails and down-angled mirror, and I'm going to walk out zipping up my zip and get caught in a highly awkward situation. What do I do?
I talked to Rex about this and we agreed on this 4 step plan:
1. Avoid eye contact.
2. Walk fast out the door.
3. DO NOT stop to wash your hands.
4. Run out to the LTD, throw her in reverse to get her big old hood pointed at the exit, and roar on out of there in a cloud of blue smoke.
You don't park in the handicapped spot. You, like everyone else, reserve a particularly withering glare and heavily inflected "tsk" for those occasions when you see a beat-up Ford LTD parked there on a careless angle with no handicapped symbol displayed in the windshield. It's a satisfying holier-than-thou moment.
But what about handicapped washroom stalls? Do you use those? They don't have the big blue man-in-a-wheelchair stencil painted on the stall door, and yet... is it right? They are big and spacious and roomy and probably cleaner than those other cramped high-traffic cubicles...
I choose the handicapped stall every time. And every time I have this low level worry that somebody in a wheelchair is going to come in and find his stall occupied by some jerk who has no need for the rails and down-angled mirror, and I'm going to walk out zipping up my zip and get caught in a highly awkward situation. What do I do?
I talked to Rex about this and we agreed on this 4 step plan:
1. Avoid eye contact.
2. Walk fast out the door.
3. DO NOT stop to wash your hands.
4. Run out to the LTD, throw her in reverse to get her big old hood pointed at the exit, and roar on out of there in a cloud of blue smoke.
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