I flagged the driver, and pointed to an available handicap parking space.
The driver looked puzzled, rolled down her window, and said, "I'm not handicapped."
Well, as you can imagine, my face was red!
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said. "I saw your “I'm Ready for Hillary” bumper sticker, and just assumed that you suffer from a mental disorder."
She gave me the finger, and screamed some really nasty things at me.
Boy! Some people just don't appreciate it when you're trying to be helpful.
