If you are a frail 9,000-year-old lady or you just had your knee replaced with four steel pins and sixteen thumbtacks and you lack a handicapped placard for your car, you get a pass for waiting for a primo parking space near the door of the drugstore. Otherwise, you don’t get to back up traffic behind you while you wait—and wait and wait—for some other car to pull out, you lazy cow.
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