Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed an elderly woman walking with a cane getting out of her car. She had chosen not to park in the handicap spot, but instead left that for someone in greater need. I slowed down as I approached because her feeble legs just couldn't sprint across the pavement, as I'm sure they once did. Slowly and methodically, she placed the cane one step ahead of her as she shuffled in front of me. Her fluffy white hair reminded me of my own mom and I smiled patiently waiting for her to pass by.
Suddenly a car sped up behind her, slammed on their brakes, and wildly began blasting the horn.
A red-faced woman was about to explode in the sleek silver Honda. Luckily, it was a hot day, so her windows were up, the air conditioning was blowing her stiff locks and we were all spared from hearing the obvious obscenities she was spouting at this poor grandmother who was now close to a cardiac arrest. Try as she might, her body just wouldn't move any faster. Without mercy, the red-faced maniac continued to lay on her horn and jut forward as if she was considering running her down. I was horrified! As she lifted her frail foot to the sidewalk, this hot-tempered Honda squealed right into the space marked "Handicapped." She slipped her handicap sign onto her rearview mirror, jumped out of the car and leaped into the nail salon five steps away.
Posted By: SIE aka george simons
Wednesday, October 5th 2005 at 4:20PM
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