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I have handicapped plates on my car. Bone chips and traumatic arthritis in one ankle, steel plate and 6 screws in one knee, degenerative joint disease in both hips and my spine. Some days I can walk ok, some days I cant. Sometimes I park in a handicap spot, sometimes I dont.
The days that I do would really be the wrong time for someone else to question me about it. Especially that fat cop. My handicap plates and my parking spot are between me, my doctor, and the state. Not some fat cop.
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