Remember I have das boot? At church I ran into my Dr. and he saw me lugging it around and he told me I could come in and get a parking permit. Now don't you be a worry-ing. When Tim was so ill, the oncologist gave him one of these, and I saw how badly he needed it. It truly saved him precious energy that he needed for other things. I was so very grateful that he wasn't forced to walk long distances to his appointments. And I vowed to myself that I would never ever ever abuse the handicapped parking spot in my life. And I don't plan on starting now. I plan on Abstinence. But I have the golden ticket now. (climbing slippery slope) And I can use it if I need it. (reach the summit of the slippery slope, looking at the view)
Since I have mentioned church twice in this blog, I should come clean. I've already used my parking pass twice. (loose footing on slippery slope) I used it at the temple, but there was LOTS of handicapped parking available. However I took the best spot. (Definitely on the slope with both feet now) Then, after my shift was over I used my parking pass because I had a quick trip to the mall. It was right before closing time and I was the only one in the handicapped parking. (Yep. Gaining speed on the slippery slope.)
My guess is that most of my readers have never had a handicapped parking sticker. Let me educate. THEY ARE AMAZING!!!! When I came out of the mall, my car was RIGHT THERE and I didn't have to lug that clunker strapped to my left foot very far. My foot IS broken after all.
It is obvious that I am morally conflicted here, and carrying around handicapped sticker baggage. I am deserving of the parking sticker, but I know that others are more so. What, oh what, do I do? Readers, (along with Obe-Won-Kinobe,) you are my only hope.
ps. I am weak but I am able.
7 comments:
I say take it day by day, trip by trip. When you need it, use it. When you don't, don't. I hope your foot heals before baby Williams arrives.
My high school boyfriend had a little brother with osteogenesis imperfecta who had to use a wheelchair. During Christmas time when finding ANY parking spot at South Coast Plaza took a miracle, we would take him with us just so we could use the handicapped placard. Don't judge me, I was in high school.
Good excuse. I wish I had one. But Nooooooooooooo-ooooo.
Thanks mommacita!! I must take after you;)
I love it. and I say USE IT ALL YOU WANT! If you don't, some punk kid will-and he probably doesn't even really have one!
eating leftover cadbury easter eggs is a sure fire way to alieve ones' self of guilt, especially guilt that should never have been smudging along in the first place.
cadbury eggs. if only there were some left. I would eat them even if there were no guilt..
Well your doctor did suggest getting it... Why would he do that if he thought you shouldn't use it? To use it is just following the doctor's orders. There, rationalisation complete. You are in the right now.
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