Not really a handicapped type of story but worth telling.
When I was working we had limited parking for about six cars
at the rear of our office. One particular woman shopper frequently
parked her car there whilst she shopped at the Preston Market
as she obviously did not want her car damaged there.
She arrived back to her car, with a butcher carrying a carton of
meat she had purchased, only to find I had parked my official
vehicle directly behind her on purpose. She came into the office
and asked for the manager to get my car moved. I was the manager
and had great delight in watching her squirm for the next hour
as I got my staff to tell her I had gone out to lunch somewhere.
I was in my office upstairs watching her and wondering if the
meat was going to be ok when she got home.
She never did it again.
Allan