Handicapped Parking (3/17/11)
When I was growing up, no such thing as a handicapped parking space existed. Then, laws were passed requiring a certain number of spaces in all lots to be larger than normal, closer to the entrance and specifically reserved for the handicapped.
It was a great idea that epitomized the American ideals of inclusion and tearing down needless barriers to equality.
Which is why it burns me so much to see handicapped parking passes being so brazenly abused.
Now I know many people – like heart patients -- possess handicaps that aren't readily visible. But hang out in any supermarket lot for more than five minutes, and I virtually guarantee you'll see some hard-bodied person pulling into one of these spaces, bouncing out of the car and jogging into the store to pick up a six-pack.
And when confronted, they'll swear up and down they're doing nothing wrong because there's a handicapped parking pass hanging from the mirror. Of course, it may actually belong to Mom or Dad, but hey – they're in a hurry!
Look – these passes don't belong to cars. They belong to people. And when perfectly able-bodied people hijack them for their own selfish use, they're not only breaking the law, but they're also screaming to the world that they – and their convenience – are the only things that matter.
And while that doesn't qualify as a handicap, it certainly seems sick to me.
I'm Bill Lamb, and that's my…Point of View.