Capt Steve
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MYOB...
I was getting off of my Indian after parking in handicapped slot. Before I could get my helmet off, ear plugs out and my hearing aids in a guy a little younger than me {68} walked over and said something, apparently with some attitude that I could not hear.
I told him to hang on a second and finally got my hearing aids in and asked him to repeat what ever he had just said.
"You can't park a motorcycle in a handicapped space!" was his response.
I asked him if he was member of the law enforcement community and if so, told him I was going to need to see some identification. He mumbled something about not being a badge but repeated that I could not park my bike there.
I then explained {nicer than I felt like} that if he's not a badge where I park is none of his freaking business but at that point I cut him some slack and suggested that he check my license plate, clearly Handicapped. For the record I have perhaps the worst knee in Arizona and permanent nerve damage in my foot {same leg as the bad knee} and there were 3 empty handicapped slots available.
He got real sheepish and apologized, "I didn't see your plate, they should make the Wheelchair symbol bigger so people could see it better". Yeah right, the plate is the problem here keeping mind the my bike was parked nose in and he was standing behind it... DUH!
I accepted his apology and suggested he have a nice day...somewhere else.
I was getting off of my Indian after parking in handicapped slot. Before I could get my helmet off, ear plugs out and my hearing aids in a guy a little younger than me {68} walked over and said something, apparently with some attitude that I could not hear.
I told him to hang on a second and finally got my hearing aids in and asked him to repeat what ever he had just said.
"You can't park a motorcycle in a handicapped space!" was his response.
I asked him if he was member of the law enforcement community and if so, told him I was going to need to see some identification. He mumbled something about not being a badge but repeated that I could not park my bike there.
I then explained {nicer than I felt like} that if he's not a badge where I park is none of his freaking business but at that point I cut him some slack and suggested that he check my license plate, clearly Handicapped. For the record I have perhaps the worst knee in Arizona and permanent nerve damage in my foot {same leg as the bad knee} and there were 3 empty handicapped slots available.
He got real sheepish and apologized, "I didn't see your plate, they should make the Wheelchair symbol bigger so people could see it better". Yeah right, the plate is the problem here keeping mind the my bike was parked nose in and he was standing behind it... DUH!
I accepted his apology and suggested he have a nice day...somewhere else.