This is one of my pet peeves, too. But I don't say anything to anyone about it, nor do I report their vehicles. Why? Because I am "handicapped" myself. I have a disability, but don't "look" disabled. I have a tote bag that I love. It says, "This disease is doing wonders for my appearance. Everyone keeps telling me how good I look." I have good days and I have bad days. But everyday is a pain-filled day. The degree of pain and my tolerance level are what changes. I don't have a placard or handicapped car tag. I will avoid getting one as long as I can. Most of the time, I intentionally park far from the doors so I can limber my joints and stretch my muscles. However, there have been times when I've been in so much pain that I've used a handicapped spot. However, I only use them if there are a lot of empty handicapped spots and I'm only getting a couple of things. Is it right? No. But there are some days that I just don't give a rat's rump about anyone in the world but me. Yep. That's a pretty crappy and selfish attitude. However, I think I am entitled to it a few times a year. Usually, I'm everyone's champion, fighting the good fight for those that can't.
