Some days I can walk fine and my legs are not bothering me, I am not tired and I am having a good day, but I still park in the handicap parking zone. It is interesting to watch all the people’s faces when I pull up into a handicap parking spot and get out of my car and walk towards the store. What is funny is that they don’t know I can read lips. I can understand every single word they are saying. I have had people cuss at me, call me names, say nasty swear words, give me dirty looks and I have even had old people follow me into the store and say “honey, you are parking in a handicap spot, you should move your car so a person that does have a handicap can park there because you don’t look like you have a disability”. What a lot of nerve!  It takes a lot of strength for me not to slap and push people down when they tell me this. I understand that people want to protect the handicap spots, but I don’t feel I owe anyone an explaination as to why I am parking in a handicap zone. It is even funnier when old people pull right up next to me and give me nasy looks because I have parked in their handicap spot – oh my!

First of all, my doctor would not sign the handicap permit application if she did not think I needed it. Second of all, America butt out, I have a right to park in the handicap zone – I have MS!