Handicapped parking…

Today I had to run to the grocery store.
As I approached the entrance, I noticed a driver looking for A parking space.
I flagged the driver and pointed out a parking space in the handicap area.
The driver looked puzzled. “I’m not handicapped,” she said.
Well, was my face red. “Oh, sorry about that, I saw your Obama StickerĀ and just presumed…”
She gave me the finger and called me some nasty names.

Sheesh! Some people….