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When I was recovering from a car accident 3 years ago (4 broken ribs, pelvis shattered in 10 places with plates/pins/screws, broken foot) I refused to use, or apply for using the handicap spots in the parking lots, or getting that damned electric fattie cart at the front of the big box stores. It annoyed the hell out of me limping past those cars that delivered healthy people who were too lazy to park farther away.
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