We have neighbors that look, walk, ski, bike and do things like most healthy people and yet show a “handicapped parking sign” on the windshields of their two vehicles.
It's fair to wonder what ails them, but suffice to say that in Utah, such tags are given to people who can't walk 200 feet without stopping to rest, use braces, canes, crutches, use portable oxygen or have some other clear physical limitation that I can't seen in either one of these people.
This said, last evening, as we were passing their house, the husband was busy chasing squirrels with a BB gun. He proudly said that he had already killed 50 of them this year. Hearing that, I finally understood what his handicap might be!
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
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