Recently, I turned somebody in for the first time ever...a local bar where Cindy & I go play pool in the afternoons. Almost every time we went there, we'd notice a new style blue Mustang parked in the handicapped zone...on the stripes where a van would unload a chair.
One time, on my way home, I stopped at the local P.D. station, walked up to the counter, and said: "Want to write a big ticket?"
The blue Mustang still parks at this bar...but no longer in the handicapped zone.
Guess it ticks me off because we do have a handicapped mirror hanger. Most of the time Cindy (she has MS) says, "I'm feeling pretty good today. Let's save the space for somebody who needs it."