You know, I try not to be an angry person! Really, I don’t. And I’m not so much nowadays – I’ve graduated, so I don’t need snarling rage as fuel to get through the day, and most of society’s and the world’s problems just make me numb.
But god damn. If you park in a handicap space without a tag in your window, I hope your car gets wrecked. I hope the universe specifically put you in that spot – specifically allowed you to steal that spot from my 80-year old grandmother with her arthritis, her vertigo, her cane, her two hip replacements, and her handicap tag – so your car could get damaged. I hope you’re forced to pay for that “convenience” you stole from us with a lengthy and expensive repair job and I hope the car repair garage loses your appointment so you have to wait hours to days.
If you are so much of a self-absorbed jackass that you would rather force my grandmother to walk across a crowded parking lot in 100 degree weather rather than do so yourself, you with your mobility and functioning short-term memory, you deserve what you get.