A handful of years ago, my cousin Marina was visiting her mother's side of the family in Philly. When the night came to a close, she went to drive her grandfather home - in his car. When they approached the front of his city row home, there was a neighbor's gi-wombus pickup parked in Marina's grandad's spot. The spot that is clearly marked with two handicapped parking signs. Marina double parked, threw on her hazards and went a-knockin' on the bastard's door. He was home but refused to answer the door. Marina called the cops, helped her grandfather to his house and left this on a note pinned to the thief's windshield:
"To park in the handicapped spot of an eighty-two year old man who recently had hip replacement surgery is despicable."
I hope he read that note the next day and felt two decades worth of remorse and pain all in one instant. However, it was Port Richmond, so the chances he could read were slim at that.
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