“Hey, you can’t park there, that is a handicapped spot” says the guy dressed in the dark green cardigan, conspicuous due to the heat and humidity. “You have to park in one of the regular spots.”
“You mean a regular spot over there?” asks our heroic emergency medical technician, gesturing to the overflowing parking lot at the local convalescent home.
“Yeah, one of those spots. These spots up close to the door are for handicapped people.”
“You mean, like people who can’t walk, and need a wheelchair to get around?”
“Yes, a handicapped person.”
“Like, the type of person who would be bedridden, complaining of chest pain, who called 911?”
“Thanks. Good thing we are driving the ambulance.”