[ewave]

So I'm eating lunch and I have a view of the restaurant parking lot. There are two handicapped parking spaces right in front. Halfway through my meal a car pulls up into one of the handicapped spots, and four women get out. All in their twenties, all healthy, all dressed in the same sort of medical style uniform. All of them below average looks.

The car doesn't have handicapped plates, but there is a handicapped blue sign hanging from the inside mirror.

Now I'm not a fan of government mandated handicapped spaces (I'd rather let free enterprise work that one out). I'm even more annoyed with people who use these that have no visible physical handicaps.

The healthy foursome walk down the sidewalk and enter a different restaurant. I finish my lunch over the next 20 minutes. I say goodbye to my friend and walk out... And look at the car... Check the rear plate: standard.

I have been challenging myself recently to not be such a pussy, and to be more assertive. I think: I'm going to find this group and confront them on their parking in the handicapped spot.

I walk into the adjacent restaurant and I'm greeted by the host. I ignore him, look around and spy the foursome... Actually now it's 10 women all wearing the same outfit, all crammed elbow to elbow into this space designed for about six people. The hottest girl there was maybe a 5.

With an aggressive, assertive and righteous demeanor I walk up and say, "Is anyone here handicapped?"

The girl who was driving says, "Yeah, me."

I'm thinking-- Yeah, right. I tell her about how my sister has a friend with MS, and they are always having problems finding handicapped spaces because people are parking in them who don't really have handicaps...

The girl now says, "I've got cancer."

The table goes deadly quiet as does whole restaurant. I can hear the crickets in the field nearby. Not one, not two, not three, but all TEN girls are staring at me with daggers in their eyes. I feel the blood drain from my face as I turn a ghostly white.

I look at her and eek out... "Well, ahhh... Good luck with that."

I make a hasty retreat out the door and to my car.

How's that for public humiliation?