Parking Space

Today I had to go to K-Mart. As I approached the entrance, I noticed a driver looking for a parking space. I flagged the driver and pointed out a handicapped parking space that was open and available. The driver looked puzzled, rolled down her window and said, “I’m not handicapped.” Well, as you can imagine, my face was red. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “I saw your Gillard supporter bumper sticker and just assumed that you suffer from a mental disorder.” She gave me the finger and screamed some nasty names at me. Boy, some people don’t appreciate it when you’re just trying to help them out.